Consider Thomas in our Gospel today. "Doubting Thomas". Cautious.
Skeptical. Critical. He is afraid of being taken in, of being
duped. He is a doubter. He tests everything, he trusts no one. He wants to see it for himself.
The other disciples said to him:
"We have seen the Lord!" But
he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my
finger into the nail marks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
Now growing up in a Catholic
parochial school I was trained to recognize that Thomas was wrong in his
skepticism. After all, what could be
more important than belief in the Resurrection of The Lord Jesus, this belief
which is crucial for my eternal salvation?
But at the same time, being from Missouri, that
state of the Union that takes as its motto "The Show Me State" and as
its symbol the stubborn and highly independent mule, I have always felt a
certain affinity with Thomas, that doubter, that questioner. I even secretly admired him. Questions and doubts have always been kind
of attractive to me. In fact, growing
up, my Dad who taught night school and knew something about learning, did not
ask me when I came home from school, “what did you learn today?” But rather “how many questions did you ask
today?” Because he knew that only by
questioning and probing do we assimilate knowledge as truly ours. Questions and doubts, done right, are
wonderful ways to learn and grow.
St. John, I believe, means for us to
identify with Thomas, who is called Didymus = twin. He is our twin. And we are likewise doubters.
Having lived through the lies of the
Viet Nam war and Watergate, then the Iraq War and the alleged “Weapons of Mass
Destruction,” and through so many political scandals, and having been
disillusioned by the Church on the sexual misconduct of priests and then worse, the cover-ups
by Bishops, and seen the self-serving moral weakness of too
many businesses, too many academic institutions, and too many professional
sports teams and other organizations, I understand well why we as a
culture have lost our innocence and must protect ourselves with the most
profound skepticism. I have even
subscribed to “Skeptical Inquirer” magazine.
(hold up issue) We have come to
value skepticism.
Doubting Thomas would fit right in
our modern, skeptical, world.
So I am reluctant to come down too
hard on Thomas. In fact I think doubts
are an important part of the process of our growing in faith. You see we will never have God figured
out. As St. Augustine of Hippo tells us,
“whatever you think God is, that is NOT God.”
God is way bigger than any concept or idea we could possibly have of
God. God is an infinite mystery, and our
hope is for all eternity to go deeper into that mystery, coming to know God
more deeply, but never having God figured out completely. It is like the relationship of two people who
have been married to each other for many years.
They know each other intimately. They can finish each others sentences.
They can read each other’s moods and expressions flawlessly. And yet, there remains as aspect of
mystery. The relationship still has life
and vitality because they have not exhausted the mystery of each other. The relationship still has the capacity to
surprise. Because it is still
alive.
So with us, our relationship with God
can grow for all eternity. It is
inexhaustible. Our understanding of our
faith is always somewhat provisional, somewhat inadequate. It is never full and complete.
Doubts
about our faith can be gifts of the Holy Spirit urging, pulling, prodding us to
go to a deeper, more complete, more mature level of faith.
Doubts
and questions can be the impetus, the push, to go beyond the comfortable
formals of faith we have fashioned to struggle and achieve deeper, more
comprehensive, more inclusive and mature concepts and levels of faith. Doubts can be gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Thomas, that doubter, strikes me as a
presciently modern man. Thomas will not
accept the testimony and the witness of his friends and peers. The other disciples said to him: "We have seen the Lord!" That won’t wash with this skeptic. "But he said to them, “Unless I see
the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nail marks and
put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
This buys Thomas protection against
being deluded and mislead. But at a very
high price. If all we can trust is our
own personal experience, then any communal understanding of God is ruled out.
In that case, we must each become a
church unto our own-self. And this is a
profoundly lonely place to be spiritually: it is existential isolation. It is Yuck!
Well, Thomas did not remain a
skeptic. The whole point of the Gospel
is that he became a believer. Thomas had
an experience of the Risen Lord that lead him to profound faith: "My
Lord and my God!" was his response.
No holding back, no inner mental gymnastics, but authentic, integral
faith.
What about us? How do we remain appropriately critical so
that we do not have to turn our minds off when we enter church or deal with
religious things, but also move beyond the sterility of skepticism so that we can authentically
embrace the faith that gives life? Must
we too, like Thomas, personally experience the Risen Lord?
Yes.
I believe that we must.
When we gather in worship and praise
of God as the Body of Christ, and Christ’s word is proclaimed to us in the
Gospel, and the sacrament of Christ’s Body and Blood is shared among us, then
The Risen Lord is truly present with us, and His presence is Real. And therefore His presence can be
sensed. We can experience The Risen
Jesus with us, even after all these years and so many miles from Palestine.
But our mere physical proximity is not
the same as being gathered in togetherness.
And the mere hearing of sounds is not the same as being open to
the proclamation of the Gospel. And mere
eating the host and drinking the wine is not the same as receiving the
Body and Blood of Christ. It takes openness
to another kind of seeing, another kind of sensing. It requires, at the very least, a willingness
to be touched by God in and through one another.
And then a miracle can happen. Occasionally dramatically, but usually
slowly, imperceptibly, in an organic manner, the gift of faith blossoms. We come to sense more clearly and more deeply
the presence of the Risen One with us.
And not only with me individually, but more importantly, with us
communally. We are able to say: "My
Lord and my God." Then we are alive.
For as St. John tells us at the
conclusion of today’s Gospel, he wrote his Gospel “so that you may come to
believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that through this belief
you may have life in his name.” AMEN.
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