Nelson Mandela was the President of my country from 1994 – 1999. He was a very good President. His favourite poem was the short Victorian poem ”Invictus” by William Ernest Henley 1849–1903).
Mandela used to recite this poem to his fellow political prisoners on Robben Island, seven kilometres off the coast of Cape Town. Here is the poem:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
For Pope Francis, it’s ok if you were the captain of your own soul, as long as you were a good person. Christ will therefore welcome Mandela into his kingdom – and most would agree.
(See Mary Coredemptrix in the face of God’s terrible majesty). Pope Francis’ view, of course, is not the Christ’s view; that is why Christianity is hated so.
“Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son.” (John 3:18). And, of course, this does not mean you don’t need to be good once you believe.