The impossible just might be possible, perhaps. Is that not our constant prayer? Is that not why we pray? Is there any other reason to pray? Is that not God, perhaps? Is that not the sort of thing that is always going on with “God,” in one way or the other, what is happening in the name (of) “God,” what is always being insisted upon in and by this name? That is my question, my thesis, my hypothesis, my presupposition, my concern, my faith, my wager, my prayer.
