Thomas
This is a story I came up with while sitting in church last Easter. As often happens, I kept reading after the pastor finished and I got to the part about Thomas. As I was reading about Jesus appearing before him, I started wondering what was going through his mind that caused him to doubt, as well as what he was thinking when he saw Jesus gain. Obviously there is no biblical evidence to say for sure, this is merely what I think might have been going through his head.
And in case you are wondering, the last line is from Luke 20:28 and is Thomas' reaction when he realizes that Jesus is alive.
Thomas
I can’t believe those guys. For the last week all I’ve been hearing about all week is how he is alive. He can’t be alive. He is dead! Everyone knows that. But they say that they got together last week and he appeared before them.
That’s not possible! I know that he died. People who were there told me. They saw them take him off the cross. They saw them drive a spear into his side. They watched as they laid him in a tomb. How could anyone, regardless of who it is, survive all that?
They were drunk. That had to be it. They were all drunk and seeing things. It was early, probably about nine when they said they saw him, but after what we had been through the week before, can you really blame them for starting early? Yep. That had to be it. They were all drunk.
So what am I doing here then? Why am I believing in their drunken hallucinations?
Maybe I want it to be true. Maybe I want him to be alive. Maybe I want someone to tell us that the last few years of out lives weren’t wasted following some mad man.
Maybe I just want to make sure. After all, we are all here. What better time for him to show up. But I refuse to believe utill I see him. Until I touch the wounds.
The door is locked from the inside. Only way anyone is getting is if they are a ghost.
There’s something going on in the other room. I better see what it is. Wait. There must be something in the air, because I haven’t had anything to drink, but I see him standing there, just like the do. But it can’t be him.
He…It is calling me forward. It’s holding out its hands. There are the wounds! I can feel them!
IT IS HIM!
HE IS ALIVE!
My Lord and My God!
And in case you are wondering, the last line is from Luke 20:28 and is Thomas' reaction when he realizes that Jesus is alive.
I can’t believe those guys. For the last week all I’ve been hearing about all week is how he is alive. He can’t be alive. He is dead! Everyone knows that. But they say that they got together last week and he appeared before them.
That’s not possible! I know that he died. People who were there told me. They saw them take him off the cross. They saw them drive a spear into his side. They watched as they laid him in a tomb. How could anyone, regardless of who it is, survive all that?
They were drunk. That had to be it. They were all drunk and seeing things. It was early, probably about nine when they said they saw him, but after what we had been through the week before, can you really blame them for starting early? Yep. That had to be it. They were all drunk.
So what am I doing here then? Why am I believing in their drunken hallucinations?
Maybe I want it to be true. Maybe I want him to be alive. Maybe I want someone to tell us that the last few years of out lives weren’t wasted following some mad man.
Maybe I just want to make sure. After all, we are all here. What better time for him to show up. But I refuse to believe utill I see him. Until I touch the wounds.
The door is locked from the inside. Only way anyone is getting is if they are a ghost.
There’s something going on in the other room. I better see what it is. Wait. There must be something in the air, because I haven’t had anything to drink, but I see him standing there, just like the do. But it can’t be him.
He…It is calling me forward. It’s holding out its hands. There are the wounds! I can feel them!
IT IS HIM!
HE IS ALIVE!
My Lord and My God!
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