We follow One who stood and wept at the grave of Lazarus-not surely, because He was grieved that Mary and Martha wept, and sorrowed for their lack of faith (though some thus interpret) but because death, the punishment of sin, is even more horrible in His eyes than in ours.
A mark of intellectual maturity is the ability to tolerate uncertainty without fleeing to dogmas that make false certainties of objective uncertainties, but also without falling into a self-vitiating relativism. The ideal is a love of truth that does not flag but also accepts no substitutes.
"I found it hard to feel love inside
The castle I had built
A welcome day when it came crashing down
I guess these hands weren’t made
To shape the everlasting in a day
I should’ve known it was a song
That I will sing hallelujah to my King
In that day when all my tears are wiped away
In that day when only joy remains”