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“And let everyone who hears say, ‘Come.’” It is as though we must yet call God, Messiah, the new cosmopolis down to earth. Their triune "coming” requires our calling them down. In other words, their immanence needs our invitation. Not metaphysically—if what we name divine signifies an infinity, a boundlessness, it is always already everywhere anyway. But apparently this theotopia needs our invitation in order to matter, to materialize, among us. We can no longer separate the life that “comes” from our becoming lives. This new creation won't happen without our desire, our collusion, our creativity. Its renewed and renewing waters and woods, its actually habitable habitats, wild, rural, urban, star-sparkled, depend upon our collective calling. Up to us to get down together, to get down to earth with that whole ancient bridal party. Facing Apocalypse: Climate, Democracy and Other Last Chances. Catherine Keller