On the evening of that day, the first day of the week, the doors being locked where the disciples were for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples were glad when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, even so I am sending you.” And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you withhold forgiveness from any, it is withheld.”
Now Thomas, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see in his hands the mark of the nails, and place my finger into the mark of the nails, and place my hand into his side, I will never believe.”
Eight days later, his disciples were inside again, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.” Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
John 20:19-29
This Gospel reading technically isn’t a reading for Holy Saturday—it’s a post-Resurrection story. But to me, it feels like a Holy Saturday story. Yes, we have Jesus appearing to the disciples, but not to all of the disciples. Thomas isn’t there when Jesus appears. And because Thomas isn’t there, when Thomas hears about it, he continues to feel all the doubt and uncertainty of Holy Saturday. The others have seen Jesus, but he hasn’t seen Jesus.
This story takes place on the evening of the first day of the week. In the morning of that same day, Mary Magdalene saw Jesus at the empty tomb. She spread the word of Jesus’ resurrection to Peter and John, who went and saw the empty tomb for themselves. She also told the other disciples, but at the beginning of this passage, we see the disciples still hiding in fear, behind locked doors. Jesus appears and says “Peace be with you.” He shows them his hands and his side. He gives them the Holy Spirit.
And Thomas isn’t there.
So Thomas asks for proof. He wants corroboration. He doesn’t want to take others’ word for it; he wants to see for himself.
I’ve always related to Thomas a little bit. I don’t want to believe anything blindly. I don’t want to be gullible. I want to have reasonable proof for what I believe.
This tendency is perhaps evidenced by my childhood approach to Santa and the Tooth Fairy. I suppose I was a fairly logical child. I didn’t “find out” that Santa wasn’t real—I figured it out for myself. I vividly remember one Christmas Eve: going up the stairs to bed, I looked out the window at the night sky and thought to myself, “Santa will be flying through the sky with his reindeer tonight!” And then I remember thinking: “Wait—reindeer can’t fly.” I followed this realization to its logical conclusion: Santa was just a story.
It can’t have been very long after that Christmas when I began to wonder about the Tooth Fairy, as well. It occurred to me that I always excitedly told my parents when I lost a tooth. And maybe… maybe the Tooth Fairy was really just my parents. Maybe they were the ones leaving money under my pillow. The next time I lost a tooth, I tested out my theory. I didn’t tell anyone. I just quietly put the lost tooth under my pillow before I went to sleep, thinking to myself that if during the night, the tooth was exchanged for a coin, I would know the Tooth Fairy was real. The next morning, I checked under my pillow, and sure enough: the tooth was still there. But that wasn’t quite enough proof for me. I took it one step further. That day, I showed my parents I’d lost a tooth. Then that night, back under the pillow went the tooth. In the morning, guess what? There was a bright shiny coin! Proving what I had suspected: my parents had been behind the whole Tooth Fairy racket all along.
My testing out of the Tooth Fairy feels very akin to Thomas asking to see Jesus’ hands and side. Of course, Thomas got very different results! But I relate to his need to have Jesus’ resurrection proven to him.
In reflecting on this passage recently, I realized there are other reasons I relate to Thomas. Because I started wondering how Thomas would have felt about everyone else getting to see Jesus. I know I would have felt left out. Why did Jesus choose to show up when Thomas wasn’t there? Why did the other disciples get to see Jesus’ hands and side? Why did they get proof, while Thomas got left out? And I wonder whether there was a personal, relational side to Thomas’ doubt.
Thomas just wants what the other disciples have already received. Thomas is asking to be included. Thomas is asking for Jesus to show up, for him personally. Maybe his doubt, deep down, was not disbelief that Jesus was alive, but doubt over whether he was included in Jesus’ resurrection life. Maybe Thomas’s disbelief was directed at a Savior who showed up for the other disciples, but didn’t show up for Thomas.
So many times, I have felt like Jesus shows up for others, but not for me. I don’t doubt the experience others have had with Jesus. I don’t doubt his resurrection, I don’t doubt that he’s alive and in the world, I don’t doubt that he appeared to the other disciples—but I doubt that he will do those things for me. And that’s a very different question than a simple request for proof. That’s a question of trust. It’s a question of relationship. It’s not a question of whether Jesus can, it’s a question of whether Jesus will.
I think it’s interesting that poor Thomas is forever after known as Doubting Thomas. Because he’s just asking for the same experience the other disciples were able to have. He’s asking for what he missed out on. The other disciples don’t seem to have more faith than Thomas does—they were just in the right place at the right time.
Thomas has to wait another eight days before Jesus appears again to the disciples—in that same locked room, where they seem to again be hiding. This time, when Jesus appears, he singles Thomas out, personally. This time, it’s not about the group—it’s an interaction just between Jesus and Thomas. Jesus offers what Thomas has been asking for: to see Jesus’ hands and side.
And Thomas believes.
I don’t have an answer to whether Jesus will show up in the circumstances of my life, when and where and how I need him—or think I need him. In so many ways, that’s the key question of Holy Saturday. And that’s where I have to hold on to faith.
In her book, Plan B, Anne Lamott says: “I have a lot of faith. But I am also afraid a lot, and have no real certainty about anything. I remembered something Father Tom had told me—that the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. Certainty is missing the point entirely. Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.”
This is where we are, on Holy Saturday. And this is where Thomas was, for the week after Resurrection Sunday. In the middle of the mess, the emptiness and discomfort. Anne Lamott tells us that faith includes letting that mess be there. But it also includes waiting for the light to return—asking Jesus to show up, and waiting for him to give us whatever it is that we need. And when he does show up—faith includes accepting the proof that Jesus offers, and trusting him to show up again, next time.