Reflecting on John 20: 19-31
It’s the wounds that draw me. Show me your wounds so I can trust you. No perfect people need apply.
Most of the time a person’s wounds are pretty evident. We tend to wear our wounds as nametags, like Hi, I’m Kathy. I don’t walk so great. But other wounds are less visible, and often those wounds are the worst.
I resonate with Thomas, who became the great Apostle to India after touching the wounds of Christ. I imagine him, reaching to actually touch the speared side, to put his finger in the nail marks, and dropping down in awe, crying out My Lord, my God!
I drop down in awe when I am in the presence of the wounded. When I consider what people live with, have lived with, and will live with in the future, it drops me to the floor. My Lord and my God! From whence does a person summon the strength to be generous, to be thoughtful, to continue to raise a child, maybe, when carrying physical or psychological wounds so overwhelming?
Consider Thomas, the recipient of Divine Mercy so great that, after his encounter with the Risen Christ, he traveled all the way to India to tell the inhabitants there, in 52 AD, that he had seen the Risen Lord, and had touched his wounds.
We are the generation about whom Jesus spoke. We have not seen him. We have not heard him. We have not touched his wounds. And yet, we believe. We embrace the faith that Thomas shouted from the rooftops. My Lord and my God! You are risen! You are here! You are living within us!
Oh Jesus, we trust in You.
In what ways have treating the wounds of those in need stirred your faith in Jesus?
Kathy McGovern ©2023