The modern world tells us that doubt is more authentic than faith. That uncertainty is the noblest disposition. Yet God would lead us to the ignoble place of desperation, where we have no choice but to cast ourselves fully onto his mercy. The story of a mother grieving the loss of her only son is our story, everyone of us. We are all that desperate, all in that much need of a miracle. And embarrassing as it may be to put all our hope in the power of Jesus, there is life to be had there. Desperate, risky faith will never be in fashion. It’s too pathetic, too weak, too irrational. But grieving mothers care little for fashion. Just give us life, Lord.