A week or so ago, I wrote a piece about Steve Bannon’s suddenly banishment from Trump’s good graces and his ostracism by Alt Right Nazis and the moneybags behind them. I called it something like “Why I Have No Pity for Steven Bannon Whatsoever”.
I said various things about how he had it coming and so forth. The usual things you expect to hear from the Voice of Vindicated Judgment.
Only it didn’t sit right with me. In the back of my heart, I kept hearing “Blessed are the merciful” and (more sinister) “If you do not forgive, neither will your Father in heaven forgive you your sins.” There is, as I am acutely aware, absolutely no provision in that warning for guardhouse lawyers to say, “It’s okay not to forgive if they don’t repent.” The command is universal and absolute: When you pray forgiven anyone anything you have against them.
So after several days, my inner Gandalf reminded me that pity is for those who don’t deserve it and that such acts of mercy rules the fate of nations–not to mention my own:
All of which is to say, I was a damn fool for having no pity for Steve Bannon and I forgive him and pray God’s mercy for him (and for me as a damn fool). May God’s blessing find him even now and may our Lord bless him twice as much as he blesses me.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of living God, have mercy on me, a sinner, and on all I have, in my folly, judged.