Is repentance really repentance if the only thing you are sorry for is the consequences?
Beg as he might, God did not show mercy to Faustus because he was not truly repentant.
He lived his entire life out with happiness for his sins, and it was only when the harsh reality of what his deal with the devil would bring him, did he show signs of unhappiness with his choice.
Not unhappiness because he sinned and did not honor God with his life, but rather that he did not get to continue playing as if he were a god.
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragedie of Doctor Faustus (B text)
Hilary Binda, Ed.
Enter Faustus in his study.
Faust.
Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned?
Can'st thou not be saved?
What boots it then to think on God or heaven?
Away with such vain fancies and despair,
Despair in God and trust in Beelzebub,
Now go not backward, Faustus; be resolute.
Why wavers thou? O something soundeth in mine ear.
Abjure this magic, turn to God again.
Why he loves thee not. The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite [!]
Wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub
To him, I'll build an altar and a church,
And offer lukewarm blood, of new-born babes [!]
He made a Faucian deal with the devil. :)
Yes. And as in this scene, he refused to repent.
Is repentance really repentance if the only thing you are sorry for is the consequences?
Beg as he might, God did not show mercy to Faustus because he was not truly repentant.
He lived his entire life out with happiness for his sins, and it was only when the harsh reality of what his deal with the devil would bring him, did he show signs of unhappiness with his choice.
Not unhappiness because he sinned and did not honor God with his life, but rather that he did not get to continue playing as if he were a god.
Faustus was the jab, Fauci is the Booster
Scene V of Dr. Faustus:
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragedie of Doctor Faustus (B text) Hilary Binda, Ed.
Enter Faustus in his study.
Faust. Now, Faustus, must thou needs be damned? Can'st thou not be saved? What boots it then to think on God or heaven? Away with such vain fancies and despair, Despair in God and trust in Beelzebub, Now go not backward, Faustus; be resolute. Why wavers thou? O something soundeth in mine ear. Abjure this magic, turn to God again. Why he loves thee not. The God thou serv'st is thine owe appetite [!] Wherein is fixed the love of Beelzebub To him, I'll build an altar and a church, And offer lukewarm blood, of new-born babes [!]
Well well, nothing new under the sun.
No wonder they don't teach the classics anymore . . .
"Accurst be he who first invented war" - Christopher Marlowe