In which locked doors aren’t enough…

by Craig on December 15, 2010

I started blogging about the book of James. But then James got into the subject of doubt and faith. So I blogged about that a little. But who can write about doubt and not write about the apostle Thomas? So I’ve been diggin’ on him now for a bit. He’s a hero of mine you know.

I’m intentionally going very slowly through this last Thomas story. We always read through it so fast. I want to savor it. I want to get everything I can out of it. So forgive me for slowing … way …down.

When we left Thomas he had been gone for some time alone – and had just returned to some wide eyed apostles, huddling in a room, in fear, and maybe … maybe … he thought … just a little crazy.

They may have doubted that they would live to see the next day. They may have trembled at the thought of a legion of Roman soldiers knocking at the door. They were certain about one thing, but filled with doubt over the rest. But then, who doesn’t doubt?

I doubt stuff. Mostly I doubt me. And when I’m not doubting me, I doubt other people.

And then, other people can make me doubt me even more.

I just noticed how I circled right back to me there. Sorry. But I doubt me alot.

I doubt other things. I have this seemingly incurable sleep thing which plays with my energy, my brain, and my health like a marionette on strings. I doubt the doctors. I doubt that there will ever be a cure. I doubt that I even want a cure. That sounds sillier than I thought. But it’s a part my story now, what would I do if I slept like the rest of the world? Hmmm.

Now back to Scripture – and those guys huddled in the room – confident that they had seen the Lord – but in turmoil about everything else. Thomas is probably just fine with everything else but seething in quiet doubt about Our Lord.

In John 20:26 Our Lord enters the room. He didn’t knock. Which is good considering that these guys were probably panicked every time someone did knock. Jesus was suddenly … just there …

“… and stood in their midst and said, “Peace be with you.”

The first thing he does is settle everybody down.

Which is needed because the only one settled in the room may have been Thomas,

and even that was only on the outside.

I think maybe the, “Peace be with you”,

meant one thing for the noisy believers,

and another for silent doubter.

It calmed their outside,

and stilled his inside.

I’m thinking that Thomas was a “glass half empty” type,

and suddenly his glass felt more full.

Did he just hear a familiar voice?

He lifts his gaze.

He drops his jaw.

His eyes bulge.

His heart races.

Maybe for a second he thinks “Oh, no. Not me too.”

Us “glass half empty” types?

We often don’t quite know what to do when we’re faced with a full glass.

Please come back … the story gets even better

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

Debbie December 15, 2010 at 1:44 am

To see the glass all full . . .what a blessing! Thank you for going slowly. I need it that way! Don’t want to miss what He wants me to get. Thank you!!!

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Anonymuss December 15, 2010 at 5:12 am

“I think maybe the, “Peace be with you”, meant one thing for the noisy believers, and another for silent doubter. It calmed their outside, and stilled his inside.”

This is so interesting, Craig. I never thought of it that way. Yet, it touches on why and how God can address the unique and varying experiences and needs of many people through one message (like yours). It is like God can make a message be a one-size-fits-all. I marvel at how He does that. It must be akin to how He can make all things work for good in the lives of His. Thank you, I need this reminder this morning to see a certain glass half full, a glass that just yesterday was yet again knocked over and completely drained.

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Craig December 15, 2010 at 6:30 pm

Deb, guess in Winnie the Pooh, who was Thomas? Who saw the glass always half empty?

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Debbie December 16, 2010 at 3:39 am

Was it my favorite Eeyore? :) I love talking like him. ha! But, I had to be careful so that my daughter didn’t become like that because of mom being silly!

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Craig December 16, 2010 at 9:26 am

on … the …nose

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Craig December 15, 2010 at 6:31 pm

I hate it that your glass is knocked over A. I get it. I prayed. Hang in there.

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