The world likes to mock Christians as silly for constantly calling upon God. It's a curious paradox at the heart of the Christian life which makes the believer appear faintly ridiculous to the sensible world: he dares to admit that he cannot heal himself. He stakes everything on Another, and does so with a cheerfulness that looks like folly. Yet it is precisely here that his courage is born. For when a man stops pretending he is whole and instead places his brokenness gladly in the hands of Christ, he discovers that reliance is not the enemy of boldness but its source. The one who knows he is being healed is freed from the exhausting labor of self-salvation, and may therefore stand upright, unashamed, and oddly fearless.