The impossible is the trace of God in a theology of “perhaps.” Where there is the impossible, there is God (for better or for worse). The “perhaps” that trembles in the name of God is the might and may-being of the impossible. The “come” that is common to both prayer and hospitality is made possible by exposing the serene horizon of the possible to the obscene shock of the impossible.
Maranata. Come, Lord Jesus.
