Justice, it would seem, is deferred. Our fathers pass the buck to us, and we pass it to the next generation.
The New Testament suggests that there is nothing more paschal in character, than the transitional moment represented by our repentance and God’s forgiveness.
For despite the major things Godspell gets wrong, I think it gets this one thing right. It is only those who continue to beg for mercy, who persevere in the face of judgment that have the temerity to start building the Beautiful City, brick by brick, heart by heart.
Katelyn Beaty writes: “You might think I’m writing to throw my lot in with your strongest defenders. After all, I’ve faithfully attended one of your high-church Anglican iterations for seven years, watching with disdain as peers hop from building to building, seeking an ‘awesome’ and ‘powerful’ worship experience (and attractive members of the opposite sex). Instead, I’m writing to apologize.”
If we truly anguish over the Church, then let us beat our breasts, rend our clothes, and sign our foreheads with ashes. The cry and the lament of Reformation should move us to nothing if not these.
Is absolution conditioned upon the sincerity of the one seeking reconciliation? Are there occasions in which absolution should be withheld?