Every year, on the first Sunday after Easter, we read the same encounter with the risen Christ. It’s the story of Thomas from John 20:19-31.
How many times do we begin our faith declarations with the word, “unless?” How many ways can [and do] we repeat the questions of Thomas in our moments of hesitation? Thomas. He was a day late and a dollar short, missing what everyone else seems to be so certain about. The poor guy.
His nickname aside, I venture to say that we are quite understanding and sympathetic toward the man. We seem to be much less gentle with ourselves, and others around us today, who are having their “unless…” moments. Why is that?
Risen Christ, may peace be with us, too. Amen.