Dane
Forgiven? Himself? Was that even possible? Dane blinked at his old friend. "I… hadn't even thought about it, honestly."
"Have you asked God to forgive you?"
Dane snorted. "No."
"He will."
"Yeah, we've covered that, Bert," he said dismissively.
"I don't know. You weren't quite so confronted with all of this last time we talked. Do you have any questions?"
Dane sighed. He was about to say no, but there was one thing… "You could tell me why God should bother with forgiveness? I mean, look at my life. It's not like I've earned it."
"None of us have. Has Lila earned your forgiveness?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"By loving me."
"Don't you think you would love her, whether she'd forgiven you or not?"
Dane thought about it. "Well, yes."
"So, you don't forgive her because she loves you. You forgive her because you love her. She forgives you for the same reason."
