He felt abandoned, his hopes crashed and a grave doubt put a choke-hold around his neck.
Thomas wasn’t there when the Lord came. Locked in grief, a cloud of doubt engulfed him and the trauma of nails pounded into his master’s hands kept him awake night after night.
Lonely and sleepless, the hammering in his ears grew louder. He felt abandoned, his hopes crashed and a grave doubt put a choke-hold around his neck. He had been a paralysed bystander to this assassination of goodness that continues unabated in our community today.
Nails pounded into the child’s heart by an insensitive teacher; bosses nailing doors to silence their inappropriate behaviour; youth nailed to the block with no home and no work.
‘Unless I put my hands in the holes the nails have made’, Thomas finds a way to heal his doubt. ‘Unless’ is a tool that makes air holes in the underside of our emotional belly. Holes through which we can breathe, we can feel the earth move and the mountains leap upwards in hope to heal the doubt. Through this doorway of doubt, light and peace enters. Doubt no longer.