We are watching the death of grace.
Not transcendent grace, of course, for that is God’s dominion, and mankind cannot take that which is His alone. But here on this mortal coil, we are most certainly watching grace die.
The signs of that demise are all over the Kavanaugh circus. While we have here a man who, I am confident, spent much of his youth being a jackass of various sorts, as many of us have in the post-counter culture era, I am just as confident there are a lot of grown-up jackasses who are lying about him right now to far greater cost.
Because it pleases them. Because it makes them feel good. Because it validates the titillation they pass off to themselves as a sick brand of justice. It is simply fun now to hang your fellow man’s reputation in broad daylight if he or she isn’t part of the same tribe as you — or even if he is in the same tribe but simply isn’t tribe-y enough.
A culture rich in grace, or unmerited favor, would not allow that. It would cut people some slack. It would attempt to trade in empathy. More specifically, the humanity of the other, its dignity and its worth, would prevent accusations of sexual assault from escalating into accusations of gang rape. Then, when failing there, pivoting into accusations of simple drunkenness followed by even lesser accusations of throwing ice at a bar once and being too emotional to be on the Supreme Court. Any guilt will do.
So what’s next? He’s a bad tipper or wore black shoes with a brown belt? May as well go with that, because this was never about defending Dr. Ford’s honor in the first place.
The more absurd and desperate that each accusations appears, the more obvious it is that grace has disappeared. Whereas there was once some gravity to the initial accusations against Kavanaugh, accusations that it was not unreasonable to investigate, now we have a mere show trial, where you are guilty until never, ever, ever being proven innocent.
And no one pauses to ask themselves if they are in fact doing unto others as they would have it done to them. Are we truly interested in truth here? Or do we just want blood?
When the answer is blood, turns out any blood will do for the progressive appetite. A political cartoon depicted Kavanaugh’s 10-year-old daughter kneeling in prayer and saying, "Dear God, please forgive my angry, lying, alcoholic father for sexually assaulting Dr. Ford."
The presence of grace would make such a statement beyond the reach of the sane. But we are not sane. We are not good. We are not reasonable. The devil is at play and we are his puppets.
We are lost.