Sermon of Thomas and His First Epistle, on the Holy Day of Easter
Good Easter! Hosanna! Hosannas in the highest! Seeing is believing. I have always believed that. And believing is seeing. …I’ll tell you: I struggle with that. Today, on the day of Resurrection, if there is any man or woman with whom I most identify… it is Thomas. In so many ways, I am Thomas. Do you find that a startling revelation? You might have thought of me more akin to Peter, in his brashness and overconfidence. Peter, in his passion and powerful voice. Peter, in his aggressiveness and masked cowardice. True. There is some of Peter in me, the weaker parts, the foolish parts, the parts that long to be the first in line, the last to leave, the one to know. Yet in a deeper way, I have always been Thomas. You see, I never started out to stand in this pulpit. I never dreamed I’d be a spokesman for the Almighty. I had other plans. Simpler plans. I wanted the tangible, the graspable. I longed to know the world like a banker knows the smell of currency or the scientist the elemen...