Jesus brings peace
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.
Lonely and sleepless, the hammering in his ears grew louder. He felt abandoned, his hopes crashed and a grave doubt had him in a choke-hold. He had been a helpless bystander to this assassination of makers of peace that continues today everywhere.
Nails pounded into the child’s heart by an insensitive adult; bosses nailing doors to silence inappropriate behaviour; youth nailed to the block with no other place of belonging; nations with superior weapons bullying other nations.
‘Unless I put my hands…’, Thomas searches for 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.