Living our lives between times is the human experience. Deep within us is the hope that it was not always this way, and equally deep is the longing that it will not always be this way. We cry out against the pain and the sorrow, against the injustice and the evil. And with the promise of all things being made new, on the one hand, and the wound of the world felt so painfully in every human heart on the other, we are in poignant conflict over the now-but-not-yet of history. Theological categories they are, and they have spanned the centuries; but that they are and have is because they are lines in the sand for everyone everywhere, stretched taut between what we know we ought to do and what, more often than not, we actually do. There are not cheap answers to this tension. Everyone who takes life seriously knows the reality of this strain. We awaken to it, and we go to sleep with it because it is life for every one of us.