In response, Chesterton wrote a letter:
Dear Sirs,
I am.
Sincerely yours,
G. K. Chesterton
Would that all of us were so honest.
We are ever so imperfect, weak, and broken, and so many of the things we say and do are — not to put too find a point on it — wrong, and thus we are are in need of a Redeemer.
Today is the day we have ashes placed on our foreheads and hear the words: "Remember that you are dust and unto dust you shall return."
What a striking contrast between this quintessential memento mori and the contemporary "I'm OK, You're OK, Everyone is OK" Zeitgeist, in which self-approbation and embracing of one’s own foibles are to be esteemed, and acknowledgment of personal sin is to be shunned at all costs.
As we begin Lent, we would do well to remind ourselves that he who fails to accuse himself of sin and seek forgiveness does so at his own peril.
What's wrong with the world?
I am.
