I do not have to know or feel that I am saved. I only have to trust in him, to simply believe the bizarre: in him, it is finished. I do not get forgiveness from the priest but a pronouncement over me of the one forgiveness I already have. It didn’t wear off. I woke up to it, again. Behold the lamb of God, which took away the sin of the world. This is the uncouth grace. This is the party already in progress. This is the best news.