It might be my professional training, or maybe the resonance of the story, but I have a subtle sense dissatisfaction with the “doubting Thomas” story.
The story I heard in CCD was pretty one dimensional. “Thomas doubted Jesus. Don’t doubt Jesus.”
Everyone I know in the world doubts Jesus.
A binomial understanding of doubt is not representative of my experience as a Christian and I assume the same is true for Thomas.
He was still with the apostles. He still defined his identity as a member of the group who defined themselves by Christ. He did not reject all of Christ when he rejected the resurrection. In the Bible I’m reading, Thomas still looks like a Christian from the outside even if his heart cannot accept the Living Christ.
The minister-therapist in me wants to know why.
Because I don’t think Thomas doubted out of a lack of an intellectual belief. Eleven witnesses is enough to convince even the greatest cynic.
Still, he refused to believe.
because of fear.
Thomas had seen his Lord his friend his hope fail. Everything that he staked his life on had disappointed him. If he believed in the resurrection if he rejoiced, he risked it all being taken away from him again.
The researcher and author Brene Brown asserts that joy is one of the most vulnerable emotions. Many of us experience a sense of foreboding joy:
I am so blessed too have my grandparents… it will be so hard to lose them.
I love Sunday brunch with my friends in the college cafeteria… we only have two more before we graduate.
I love my sister… I hope nothing happens to her.
We shackle our own joy to hypothetical suffering and do not allow ourselves the freedom to rejoice. We are waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I imagine Thomas wide-eyed watching the Lord enter Jerusalem and realizing that Jesus was the messiah. Perhaps, his doubts evaporated and he was finally able to rejoice for love of his friend in the hope of salvation.
He unshackled his joy.
But within the week, he was crushed.
He resolved never to hope or rejoice again. His friend was naked and murdered… and so was his hope.
Still, in that same week, his friends urge him to rejoice. Perhaps, because they can’t handle the trauma. They say Jesus had risen from the dead but there was not way the shackled of joy could ever be released for Thomas. The chains were greater than ever and he was weak with grief.
He recalls what they did to his friend,
“Until I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nailmarks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
Jn 20:25
Because I can’t believe, because I can’t hope again, and because I am so broken by this loss, I am too afraid of my heart breaking to believe in the resurrection. Because this joy might be taken from me and I can’t go through it again. I’m scared.
And a week later, Jesus greets him and commands him to quiet his pounding, aching, fearful heart and says,
“Peace be with you”
Jn 20:26
Thomas, do not be afraid to break your heart! See how mine was broken for you?
“Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving but believe.”
Jn 20:27
Blessed are we who have not seen but believe.
We who have hope and rejoice despite the vulnerability of our flesh and our hearts.
Blessed are we who quiet our hearts and do not fear what love demands: the capacity for heartbreak and loss.
Blessed are we who believe in love.
Blessed are we who believe that love is strong enough to raise the dead.
May Christ break the shackles on our joy and bring us peace.