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SERMON

           Beyond A Shadow of A Doubt

          

                                     John 20:19-31

 

 Pastor Robyn Hogue                     April 27, 2014                  Skyline Presbyterian Church

 

What a witness! It was the first day of the week—the day that Jesus rose from the dead—the first Easter. But the light was fading; it was no longer morning. Earlier that day, Mary Magdalene had gone to pay her respects at Jesus’ tomb, but had found the tomb empty. She had assumed that grave robbers had taken Jesus’ body, but met the risen Lord instead.

Mary did what Jesus had told her to do. She went and told the disciples that she had seen Jesus, that he had spoken to her and that he was alive.

What did the disciples do after they received Mary’s fantastic news? They huddled together in a room, behind a locked door (20:19). This either makes a great deal of sense or no sense at all, depending on how we look at it.

It makes a great deal of sense that they would be huddled behind locked doors in fear of their own people because it their own religious leaders who had rallied the crowd to call for Jesus’ crucifixion. And Jesus’ disciples must have assumed that those same leaders would try to track down Jesus’ disciples to wipe them out and finish the job. So it makes sense that the disciples should be afraid.

But it makes no sense that the disciples would be huddled behind locked doors with hearts full of fear… if Jesus was alive. After all, if Jesus was alive, wouldn’t he protect his disciples?

Yet, they were hiding there in fear when Jesus walked through the locked door and said, “Peace be to you” (20:19). He went on to say, “As the Father has sent me, even so I send you” (20:21). And then he gave them their marching orders.

But one of the disciples was missing—Thomas! Sometime later, the disciples found Thomas and told him (as Mary had told them) that they had seen the Lord. Thomas, however, was understandably as skeptical as they had been. He said, “Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe” (20:25).

This is pretty clear, isn’t it? Thomas didn’t believe the other’s story…and he told them what it would take to get him to believe. He would have to see the nail prints in Jesus’ hands and touch the wound in Jesus’ side caused by the Roman spear.

OK, God! The ball’s in your court! Are you going to give Thomas what he needs? Or are you going to zap him because of his doubt?

As it turned out, God gave Thomas what he needed. That happened a week later. Jesus came to the disciples again through the same locked door. When Jesus came to the disciples this second time, Thomas was with them. Jesus first addressed all the disciples, “Peace be to you” (20:27). Then he turned to Thomas and said, “Reach here your finger, and see my hands. Reach here your hand, and put it into my side. Don’t be unbelieving, but believing” (20:27). Did we notice that Jesus gave Thomas exactly what Thomas said he would require? Thomas had said that he wouldn’t believe unless he could see the nail prints in Jesus’ hands and put his hand in the wound in Jesus’ side. Jesus showed him his hands and side, and invited Thomas to touch his wounds.

Thomas didn’t touch anything. He simply said, “My Lord and my God” (20:28).

Jesus then said something I really like to hear. In fact, this is one of people’s all-time favorite verses in the whole Bible. Jesus told Thomas, “Because you have seen me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen, and have believed” (20:29).

I love that verse, because I’m one of the ones who hasn’t seen the risen Christ with my own eyes, but I have believed. So Jesus was saying, “Blessed are you, Robyn.” I like that. It makes me feel expected…anticipated…welcome.

I hope it makes you feel good too, because you haven’t seen the risen Christ with your own eyes either, but you have believed…or are working on your skepticism and seeking God’s presence. “Blessed are you, Bill!” and “Blessed are you, Christy!” and “Blessed are you, Ken!”… “Blessed are each one of you, one and all.”

Yet, I know more. You might be thinking, “Pastor, if you knew my heart, you wouldn’t say that. There are so many times I’m not sure what I believe.” You might be thinking, “Sometimes I believe and sometimes…well, sometimes I just don’t.”

Welcome to the human race! We all struggle with belief and doubt, doubt and belief. Isn’t it fantastic that the disciples included the account of Thomas? Not only welcome to the human race, but welcome to the spiritual community called the church. Yes, we believe, and we question. Sometimes, like Thomas, we doubt.

But I like what Tennyson had to say in his poem, “In Memoriam.” He wrote:                                        

There lives more faith in honest doubt,                                                                                                Believe me, than in half the creeds.”

There’s a lot of truth in that short line. I have met one or two people who claim never to doubt God, and I wonder if they have been too fearful to ask the big questions. I wonder if they have been told that their doubt is a sin or if they were part of a church where their questions were not only unwelcome, but perceived as a threat to the community. Don’t get me wrong. I know there are those rare individuals—wonderful, faithful people—who never doubt. But I also know that the vast majority of people who honestly wrestle with the weight of their doubt come out stronger by way of their wrestling with God.

There’s a story in the New Testament where a distraught father brings his son to Jesus for healing. Jesus said, “If you can believe, all things are possible....”  The father replied—and this is the part I want you to hear—the father replied, “I believe. Help my unbelief.” We can find the story in Mark’s gospel in the ninth chapter, twenty-fourth verse.


The part of that story that I want you to hear in your souls is the father’s words to Jesus, “I believe. Help my unbelief.” Maybe we should memorize that short prayer. It would come in handy, wouldn’t it? When we find our faith faltering, when we need God but can’t sense a divine presence, when our prayers only seem to be bouncing back from a cosmic ceiling? “I believe. Help my unbelief.” That’s an honest prayer, and I believe God always honors honest prayer.

I have a friend who was raised, as he likes to phrase it, “without the benefit of religious instruction.” He envies me for my faith. He wishes he had faith. I tell him that faith is there for the taking, but he can’t quite give himself the freedom to do that. But I have hope for him. When someone envies another’s faith and wishes he had faith, he is standing so very near to the Kingdom of God. The only question is whether he can name it. I pray that my friend will have the courage to do that.

Let me close by saying that I appreciate your faith. I appreciate the faith of the people gathered here this morning. I find my faith strengthened as I rub shoulders with you. I pray that you will find your faith strengthened as you rub shoulders with me.

Take a moment and look around at the other people gathered here. They are part of your blessing—the blessing that Jesus promised to those who believe. Get to know them. Become friends with them. Spend time with them. Share your God stories. Tell them the truth about your spiritual journey. Listen to theirs. Let them help you to believe.  Honest doubt is an integral part of authentic Christian faith. In an age of dizzying change and awesome uncertainty, the sellers of closed systems with cut-and-dried answers are getting rich. We need not, we cannot afford to, envy them. Doubts are simply questions to which we do not yet have satisfying answers.