Sympathy for the Devil
Supernatural has one of my all-time favorite lines – it’s crass, and juvenile, and exemplifies perfect sibling love. The (ex) archangel Gabriel says to his brother, upon meeting him after a veeerry long time, “Lucifer, you’re my brother, and I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks.” Sadly, he’s promptly killed, but you get the point. Well, you do if you have a sibling. I love this line because no matter what Lucifer has done, and let’s face it – he’s done a lot, his brother still loves him. Siblings are willing to overlook a lot, everyone else, not so much.
I don’t think Mark Twain was being his snarky-self when he said, “But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most?” Who indeed? I think he was genuinely asking us where our humanity was and trying to make a point about charity. It can’t be that the only people not deserving of forgiveness are those who have done the unforgivable? They are exactly who we should be showing mercy to, because they need it more than anyone else.
Mercy and forgiveness say nothing about the recipient, but they say everything about the giver.