“Charles Spurgeon once said, “I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages” [45]. Life is inconsistent, the planet itself turns infernally. The waves of time beat against the rocky shores of our lives, as we age to sand through every fleeting trial and experience. The only constant is change. And change, by definition, means inconsistency: highs and lows, good times and bad ones, safety and accidents, tragedy and triumph. On this earth, hope, joy, and peace are temporary things. They come one moment and recede the next, battering the shores of our lives with taunting impermanence.”