Ah, Thomas. Thomas the Doubter. Doubting Thomas, the one who wouldn’t believe his Jesus had risen unless he’d seen and touched and felt his Master’s wounds. Poor Thomas, who probably got a lot of criticism for his reaction. But in truth, a lot of us are like that. Even as Christians. Most of us still have days like that. We are no different from Thomas.

However, the good thing about Jesus was, He didn’t mind that Thomas was like that. Thomas was just a different type of believer. Maybe he required a bit more effort to get through to, but Jesus loved him and didn’t mind. When He’d resurrected, He could have come back whole, without those ghastly wounds. He’s God, right? He’d won the victory too. He was alive and Death was defeated. There was no longer any need for those wounds.

But He kept them all, just for Thomas. So that he could see, touch, feel, and finally believe. Jesus kept them all for the absolute Thomases in this world, and for those with that little bit of Thomas in us. For all those days when we’re feeling quite ‘Thomassy’.

I am so touched, seeing this side of Jesus. He doesn’t value you by your faith level, but by your own person. And if you want Him, if you seek Him, you’ll find Him, irregardless of where you stand in your journey. He will meet you where you are, because He is such a sweet Person. Happy Easter, and Happy Resurrection! :)