„If they commit an offense too blatant to be denied, they find an excuse for it. They even invent their own self-serving version of the facts. Nietzsche wrote, “My memory says, ‘You did this.’ My pride says, ‘I cannot have done this.’ Eventually, my memory yields.”

No one ever confesses, no one ever takes responsibility, and no one ever makes things right. The whole world is a mess, and it is always someone else’s fault. Only at the cross—where the sinless Christ became sin for us—is our innocence exposed as the appalling fraud that it is. Only at the cross do we see our ugliness truly and starkly. And only at the cross can grace finally enter in, when we discover to our surprise that we are loved.”