Hope changes our grief to sorrow, and our fear to awe. In this Sunday's Gospel Jesus raises a young man from the dead and restores him to his grieving mother. The witnesses are filled with fear and praise God. That word fear is a funny one. We could also translate it as awe, as some translations do. The reason for the different translations is that real awe is very similar to real fear. Our hearts race, our blood pressure spikes, etc... In contemporary usage there is nothing awesome about the word awe. Real awe leaves a mark on us. It changes us and leaves us with an indelible memory.