When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.”After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” 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 retain the sins of any, they are retained.”
But Thomas (who was called the Twin), 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 the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”
A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, 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. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt 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 come to believe.” Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.
New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989, by the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. USCCB approved.
Each of them – alone
Cowering together in an upper room
Full of memories, emptied of hope
Each snarling smugly at women’s talk
Of dazzling angels and an empty tomb
Each believing only in their own unbelief
Each clinging to the other
As sheets to a fevered corpse gone cold
Eleven dead men less one buried
And still – He comes
“Peace Be With You!”
Wounded hands and wounded feet
A pierced heart but not a barb at unbelief
“Peace Be With You!”
His gift balm soothing blistered souls
Each knows themself – forgiven
He breathes on them, frees these captives
Sends them out into the lighted night
Each of them – together
—J. Michael Sparough, SJ is a retreat director, playwright, and poet at the Bellarmine Jesuit Retreat House, Barrington, IL
Come to us, Lord,
through the doors we lock to block your loving presence.
Open our hearts to your mercy, our minds to your truth,
our eyes to your goodness, our hands to those in need.
Come to us, Lord. Amen!
—Fr. J. Michael Sparough, S.J.Please share the Good Word with your friends!