There is a severe lack of guilt in our society today. We shift the blame; we deny culpability; we refuse to accept responsibility. We assuage each others tendency towards feeling guilty by agreeing they are not to blame.
We excuse, rationalise and justify our actions so we can quickly go back to feeling good about ourselves. It seems to me, now more than ever, that we are a society that is obsessed with feeling positive, happy, and ‘good’ about who we are. And this leaves little room for feeling guilty about anything.
In our world of ‘do what feels good, just don’t hurt anybody’, of ‘live and let live’, of our insatiable quest for ourselves, we can’t afford to feel remorse or guilt over our actions lest it moves us off the path to eternal happiness.
Guilt is to the soul what pain is to the body – an indicator that something is wrong, that we need to stop what we are doing and reassess.
But we’ve no time for guilt and it’s call to introspection; we’ve no time for anything that doesn’t lift us up, stroke our ego and tell us endless platitudes about ourselves and our ‘inherent’ goodness.
It’s no wonder the world pays little attention to the historical events of Good Friday.
Heaven help us if we should dwell on anything that confronts us with our tendency toward evil and sin.
Heaven help us if we listen when being told that we are not good, or that we need something outside ourselves to save us from ourselves.
Heaven help us indeed.