A man is not wounded once, but many, many times in the course of his life. Nearly every blow ends up falling in the same place: against his strength. Life takes it away, one vertebra at a time, until in the end he has no spine at all.
We thought that becoming a Christian would somehow end our troubles, or at least reduce them considerably. No one ever told us we were being moved to the front lines, and we seem genuinely shocked at the fact that we've been shot at.