A missionary surgeon caught Ebola and found that his faith in heaven did not keep him from being terrified to die. Scripture never promised it would.
When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
Psalm 56:3
Peter Stafford is a surgeon who left a comfortable life to operate on the poorest patients in eastern Congo. He believed, deeply, that death was a defeated enemy. Then Ebola got into his bloodstream, and he discovered he was simply scared. He had treated Christ's victory over death like a trump card, something to lay down when the danger came. At the edge, the card did not steady his hands.
There is a version of faith that sells fearlessness as proof you believe enough. Scripture does not. The psalm Stafford might have reached for does not say if I am afraid; it says when. The fear is assumed. Trust is what you do with your hands while they shake. Centuries later, a man sweated in a garden and asked for the cup to pass before he drank it.
Stafford survived. The fear was real, and so was the trust. They were never each other's enemy.