Blessed are those who can live with certainty, who can bear the burden of sureness. Because in certainty there is no need for hope; sureness has no need for trust.

Some of us are not so strong. We cannot live without hope. We depend on those whom we trust.

Doubt is the flint whose friction creates the spark which lights the fire of hope.

Doubt is the darkness against which hope blazes, to light it up and drive it out, and yet without it, hope remains unborn.

Doubt leans on the shoulder of the one that walks beside us. Doubt demands reassurance, demands a rock, a refuge.

Doubt cries out in the night for salvation, and it is not disappointed.

Blessed are those who can live with certainty, who can bear the burden of sureness, the curse of knowledge.

For the rest of us, there is comfort in doubt, a calmness that comes through the fear that hopes that the Comforter is near.