Doubting
Story of my life – I wasn’t there. I missed it.
I got back to the room, safe to where the others were hiding. I go in, and they tell me that Jesus has been. They have all seen the Lord, risen, alive and there among them.
I wasn’t sure…
Didn’t know what to think.
Were they having me on?
Playing a joke at my expense?
Pretty poor taste if you ask me – they knew how upset I was.
I needed some proof. That’s not such a bad thing is it? To need to know, to be sure?
After all, it was such an amazing thing that we were claiming. We’d all seen him die. We saw the blood and water pour out as his side was pierced. He was dead ok, no pretences, no lingering hopes. And now they tell me he is alive. And not just alive, but here. I needed to know it was Jesus, I needed to see it with my own eyes. I so want to believe it, but…
Then, a week later it happened. We were meeting together again, there was so much to talk about, and next thing we know, Jesus is stood there. Right there.
He knew what I needed, and so Jesus invited me to touch and feel, to look at the evidence for myself.
They weren’t wrong you know! It was Jesus. The Jesus we had followed all those months; the Jesus we had heard teach us what God and living his way was really all about; the Jesus who had been willing to give up his all on the cross to bring God’s kingdom.
My Lord and my God!
- The Incredulity of Saint Thomas by Caravaggio
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