'At the heart of the performance - near the end of the second act, perhaps - there is something easily misunderstood, if not missed altogether. What is set up to be the the grandest display of God's glory in the whole production turns out to be the enigmatic entrance of a clown, a fool who dies on a cross. This scene provokes nervous laughter from some, a degree of pity from others, but for most of the audience a strange sense that the play has somehow gotten off track and lost its direction. Yet this is the point of dramatic reversal on which everything else hinges. In this moment, all mask are removed, all costumes taken off and God's desire is revealed at last as naked and unbounded love.'
Belden C Lane, Ravished by Beauty, p.73.
