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Thomas the Faithful Doubter – Br. Curtis Almquist

John 20:19-31

Have you ever had the experience of taking a photograph of someone and then finding the result rather disappointing? Not necessarily because the person you photo­graph is out of focus; not because the color is funny; not even because the composition is off-balanced… but because the person captured in the moment of photograph is not reflective of the real essence of the person. The picture is not “true.” The photograph only presents part, maybe a skewed part, of the picture of who this person really is. In the gospel lesson appointed for this morning, Thomas is literally missing from this picture of the apostles… and when he finally shows up, Thomas doesn’t get the picture about Jesus. – And I want to say that we don’t get the picture about Thomas if we take just this “missing person” snap­shot of Thomas’ character and presume that this is reflective of his whole person… because it isn’t.

Here the scene is the “Upper Room,” that same place where the “ last supper” (the first Eucharist) had been shared just a few days prior. Here, now, the disciples are under cover, hiding follow­ing the crucifixion of Jesus. They most likely feared that they would be the next to die. The scene is terribly tragic, the likes of which have been repeated so many times down through the centuries, even to this present day. Yet to this terrified group, Jesus (of all people!) appears alive, and they recognize Him as their risen Lord! Appar­ent­ly all of them did… except for Judas, who could not wait with the rest of them to be forgiven, and for Thomas. Thomas simply wasn’t there. Where’s Thomas? We don’t know. We’re not told. All the other disciples were present when, probably for the first time, they finally got the picture about Jesus. But because Thomas was not present at that moment, an amount of history has branded him as being “slow,” Thomas the loser, or skeptic or dunce, a notor­iety which he does not deserve.

When Thomas eventually meets up with the other disciples and is told the impossible news, that Jesus, whom Thomas knew to be dead, was alive —truly and physically—Thomas would not believe it. He could not believe it. He doubted their experi­ence with all his might. Why so? Why Thomas? What’s going on here? We’re given two other snapshots of Thomas elsewhere in the Scrip­tures which explain a lot. These two other scenes are scenes, of course, prior to the crucifixion and the betrayals.

One scene is when Jesus was trying to say “good-bye” to his disciples, just prior to his being seized in the garden at Gethsemane . Jesus had just said, “Let not your hearts be troubled…. I go to prepare a place for you… and you know where I am going….” No. Not so. Not so, at least for Thomas. Thomas doesn’t have a clue where Jesus is going. Or, rather, it seems that maybe only Thomas has the courage to admit that he is clueless. Jesus says, “…You know the way where I am going,” and Thomas (it seems only Thomas) clears his throat a little and says something like, “I beg your pardon….” “My Lord,” Thomas says with incredible candor, “We don’t have the slightest idea where you are going! How can we know the way?” (It’s a good question; an honest question for us, too. How can we know the way, especially when the path is dark and the risks are many and the fear is great and the route is unsure?)

And then one other glimpse of Thomas. It’s from an earlier scene when Jesus had first proposed to the apostles that he would return to Judea in re­sponse to the news of Lazarus’ death. It seems that many of the other disciples had strongly objec­ted, knowing full well the danger that surely awaited Jesus were they to returned to Judea. They well knew the death threats for Jesus (and probably also for them). Many of the other apostles protested Jesus’ plan. Not all. You’ll recall that the brothers James and John were very eager to return to Jerusalem because they thought that Jesus was going to ascend to power, that he was going to become the king. (Do you remember their mother’s lobbying Jesus that they be able to sit at his side when Jesus came into his glory in Jerusalem ?) We can get a glimpse here of, maybe, two different groups among the disciples: the one group that wanted to avoid Jerusalem at all costs because it portended death; the other group that couldn’t wait to get to Jerusalem because it portended glory and power and an enormous career advancement. Two groups… which, maybe, included everyone except the two loners: Judas, who apparently had his own plan, and Thomas. It was Thomas, when he had become convinced that Jesus would not be dissuaded from returning to Judea , it was Thomas who exhorted his fellow disciples not to desert Jesus but to stay with him, to “hang in there” with Jesus. Thomas urges the other disciples, “Let us go with Jesus,” he says. “Let us go that we may die with Him !” Thomas is surely no dunce here. Neither do we hear in him the voice of a faithless coward.

It seems that, perhaps more than any other disciple, Thomas was prepared to die with Jesus. Perhaps all along, Thomas had been following a Messiah whom Thomas knew would suf­fer and die. —Not true, it seems, for the other disciples. And so that night in the Upper Room, when the resurrected Jesus had first appeared to the other disciples, Thomas was not hiding with them. He was neither hiding his willingness nor his readiness to serve His cruci­fied Lord, even to the point of being captured and killed for Christ, killed with Christ. What exactly Thomas was doing that evening, when all the other disciples were huddled together, we don’t know. But given the evidence, we could well surmise that Thomas was out doing what they had always done with and for Jesus: helping, healing, feeding, loving, speaking in the name and love and power of Jesus.

And that is a much fuller picture of Thomas. That is his story, what we know of it. When Thomas finally meets up with the other disciples in that Upper Room, and they tell him the in­credible, impossible news that Jesus has come back to life and has appeared to them , alive , Thomas is incredu­lous. Thomas knows these other dis­ciples. He knows their arguments, he knows their betrayals, their blind­ness, their duplicity, their deafness, their hardness of heart. Could he possibly trust the report of this not-too-convincing group of friends that it really had happened, as they said? No. Obviously not. He could not believe them. He doubted their experience, because their exper­ience was not his experience. It didn’t fit. It didn’t ring true. If Thomas was going to believe, he would believe with all his heart and with all his integrity.

Thomas, yes “doubting” Thomas, but with such wonderful, refreshing honesty, says, “Unless I can get a hold of Jesus,” “unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe.” And so it was. Not until Thomas had personally, physically, undeniably seen and been touched by Jesus was he, Thomas, willing and bold to respond, “My Lord and my God.”

Rather than being the scapegoat among the disciples, Thomas is, for me, the hero among them. For me, Thomas will always stand for the person who gets the news second hand, the person who wasn’t there when the miracle happened. We sing that old Gospel hymn, “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?” And I answer, “No, I wasn’t. I was not there.” Which is why I find Thom­as such a powerful witness. Thomas dares to express for me, perhaps for many of us, the mean­dering doubts that can wander through our minds, whether it really happened? Did Jesus Christ rise and is he alive and does he care and will he really come again, as he said?

I suspect that many of us have found ourselves, more than once, on a lonely path where, it seems, we have moved on, maybe certain of where we are; and yet, un certain of where God is. Perhaps doubting whether God is there any more at all. The path may have begun with God, and yet, there we are now: alone and in the fog, not being able to see ahead, not be able to remember from before. How can it be? Where is our risen Lord?

If you doubt God— when you doubt God – from where does the doubt spring? Maybe from a relation­ship which had seemed so graced at one time – maybe a marriage or partnership or friend­ship or a love for a child or sibling – and there now seems only dusty memory: the relationship is gone or dead, and maybe God with it. And we say, with Thomas, I cannot be­lieve. Or maybe the doubt is informed by some illness – your own health or the health of someone whom you love: someone who is suffering, perhaps someone who is dying. And you say (while you’re alone in your own garden of agony): “Where is God in this? God is dead; there is no resurrection. I am forsaken. I cannot believe.”

You may be asking yourself this Eastertide, “Where is the risen Lord among the war-torn areas of the world, or where people live under tyranny or terror? Where is the risen Lord among within the starvation belt of southern Africa ? Where is the risen Lord in the halls of power throughout the world? within corporate American? in the U. S. government? even within the church, some might ask? Where is the risen Lord amid all of the sufferring that surrounds us and fills our lives and wounds our hearts? Like with the apostle Thomas, so for us, it may be hard not to doubt sometimes whether Jesus did rise and is alive and does care and shall come again , as he said.

There may be no question in our mind that Jesus was with us. The ques­tion is whether Jesus is with us: God Emmanuel, God with us. And you may find yourself doubting. Against, some­times, insurmountable evidence, you may doubt that God is anywhere in sight, and feel that Christ has died and left you, and you are alone, and it is a dark night. What to do? It seems to me that the answer is not to run away in the dark. I would say, stay with Jesus, who had his own doubts. (Do you remember him crying out from the cross: “My God, why have you forsaken me?” Jesus himself doubts.)

It is in doubting – Jesus’, Thomas’, our own – in that vacuous hungering, longing, thirst­ing, questioning, yearning for God, that there is a new room within us into which the ­risen Christ has not yet come. And so we may doubt that he can, that he will, that he is. But that is not bad. Doubt is not the anti­thesis of faith. Doubt is a component of faith. Doubt may well be dis­guised grace, as God breaks down and breaks through the confines of our past experience and brings home a new reality of God’s presence in our lives. The very empti­ness out of which our doubt comes, is our awareness that we are ready and needing of a new sign, a new birthing, a new reality of the presence of the risen Christ in our life and the world around us.

And, like for Thomas, the report of others may not be enough for us. Second-hand information about God is not enough. We need to be able to touch and know and undeniably experience Jesus at work in our own our own lives to be able to believe God, to be able to believe in God, to be able to yield our doubts to faith. We need help. Because God is in heaven… and all is not well on earth. We need help. We all do, I would say. world and in

And so Thomas, rather than being a “doubting dunce,” is actually a faithful friend to us all. He points us to the Way and reminds us that others’ experience of God is not enough. We need more than story, more than theory about Jesus Christ. We need reality. We need to be touched by God, to experience God’s presence and healing and love for us to be able to believe that Jesus is alive .

I suspect that many of us, amid our greatest doubt and despair, would crave to do what Thomas did: to be able to take the nail-torn hands of our Lord into our own hands, to be able to know that He is there and alive. We may long for that Upper Room experience of Thomas, to get our hands on the Lord, to be taken by Jesus’ hand, held in Jesus’ embrace. Thomas extends his open hand to Jesus, to touch him, to know him in a way that quells any doubt: Jesus – weep­ing, forsaken Jesus – alive and with them, with him, with us. Thomas ex­tends his hands to hold the body of Christ.

It is neither by pun nor by accident that the food at this altar is called the “Body of Christ,” the real presence of the broken Body of Christ. And so we extend our hands (like Thomas) to receive this same “Body of Christ,” and to know the risen Christ, to fill our doubt with Christ’s real presence. And it is not incidental that we, Jesus’ followers, are also called, “The Body of Christ.” Thomas, standing with the disciples, became convinced of the res­urrected Body of Christ in the context of the Body of Christ. And that is the second point. That our life in God and our doubt about God, is not something to nurse or try to cure alone. Jesus who wills to come to us p ersonally and fill our vacuous doubt, does not come to us privately . The Christian life is not to be lived alone. Our doubt is not to be squandered alone, but shared and discovered in the Body of Christ, within the Body of Christ

And that, it seems to me, that is what Thomas shows us and reminds us: doubting, faithful Thomas, pointing the way for us to be honest doubters and ready seekers, as he holds out his empty hands to touch the broken Christ… whom we also want to believe did rise , and is alive , and does care , and shall come again. Someone has said that “faith is a series of doubts van­quished by love.” May you be touched in your own hands and your own heart by this very experience of the risen Lord, even today.

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