When someone wins the lottery we call him “lucky”. If that same person won the lottery twice in a row, we would begin to grow extremely suspicious. Three times in a row and we would be absolutely certain the game is somehow rigged. And yet this extremely improbable occurrence is incredibly more likely than the nearly impossible chance of our universe being able to support life by “accident”. I, for one, say the game must be rigged.
This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified.