A mind hardened against good news does not merely lack faith, it has chosen the comfort of despair over the risk of being wrong about death. Love comes to it while it sits at ease, and the reproach it hears is not condemnation but an appeal to look again, for the hardness of heart is only the mind's refusal to let its defenses down. What is corrected is not a crime but a closing, the shutting of the door against those who came bearing life.
The meaning is gentle beneath its sting. The mind is being called out of the deadness it preferred, told that the report of life was true and its refusal a needless wound. To soften is not to be punished. It is simply to stop defending against the very thing that would set it free.
Meat: the settled ease of the mind at rest in its own conclusions, comfortable in a story of loss it will not question