Voices of the Passion and Easter - Thomas

I have imagined the reactions and thought processes of those people involved in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.

I hope that it will assist you to meditate on these events with fresh thoughts.

I like questions – somehow they make life interesting. It helps me see how others tick.
I don’t do it to be awkward as that’s the last thing I would want to do.

After all, I think Jesus saw that in me when He appointed me to his inner group of twelve. He encouraged me to speak out and to ask queries as He wanted me to get to know Him better and you only do that by being inquisitive.

It was after our friend Lazarus died, Jesus said that He was going to Him so that we would be believe. I knew that there was something going to wrong at some time, so I said to the others that we should go with the Promised One so that we could die with Him. The result at that time was that Lazarus was raised to life by Jesus.

I still was wondering what was happening, but I knew that it was worth pursuing and that I could lay down my life for.

It was comfortable when we were in a group, even if Jesus’ words could be disconcerting at times. When Jesus washed our feet on that last evening, I still couldn’t get my head around the servant business. When we were eating, Jesus was then talking, again, being betrayed and put to death.  I was one of those who voiced whether I was the one to do this dreadful act – the last thing I wanted was for my Friend, my Rabbi to be delivered to the enemy.

When He was arrested in the Garden, I didn’t stop to ask questions – I just ran as fast as I could.

I went out for a walk three days later and when I came back, the other disciples were babbling that the risen Lord had appeared to them. They stated that, for some unknown reason, He had shown Himself to the women who were at the bottom of the social structure. 

I reasoned that I would only believe if I could put my finger into the nail indentions and put my hand into the spear marks of Jesus’ body.

I just couldn’t believe what they were saying. But then, when I was in the upper room with them a week later, Jesus appeared in the middle us and spoke the words: ‘Peace be with you.’ He invited me to touch His wounds to satisfy my qualms, but I was so astounded that I couldn’t ask any more questions but knelt before Him in adoration and declared ‘my Lord and my God.’