Can we imagine enemies as friends, or an addict who’s finally free? What about your husband, your wife, your own hard heart? Can you imagine these surprisingly new? What about us? Can we imagine ourselves beautifully better, different? Can we conceive it? Is it even sensible to try, to ask these questions of hope?
He talked of a kingdom, Jesus did. In him, it is “at hand,” he said.[1] It’s why we’re called to repent and believe, because it would be a fearful thing otherwise.