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?
The genius and grace of our faith is that we’re allowed to begin again; we’re invited to start over—over and over again. No matter what; no matter how bad it gets.