The Wonderful Steve Mattson writes:
In connection to your recommendation to the Archbishop that he should chip off the millstone while he still has time, I was thinking of Lewis’s Till We Have Faces. The heroine has written a long complaint against the gods. In the process of coming to clarity about herself, when she begins to see herself clearly, she is told: “Die before you die. There is no chance after” (p. 279).
Later, after she makes her complaint, she sees her complaint for what it is–layers of self-deception and sin. The heroine says this: “When that time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?” (p. 294).
I think you’re right. It’s time for deep reflection on the part of all who confess Christ, that we would grow up into the likeness of Him who showed us the way to the Father–through self-sacrifice. Indeed, we all–bishops, priests, laity alike–need to die before we die. Only then will we truly come to be like Him, with faces that reflect His Face of Love.