I continue to think about doubting Thomas, the figure from last Sunday's lectionary. I think about his insistence in touching the wounds of Christ.
How many of us demand the same? We want proof, something made of marble and concrete, before we believe.
I think of all the forces I'll never understand: electricity, internal combustion, how the orchid can survive with so little water.
I walk the labyrinth and feel my equilibrium restored. I'm not sure I understand that process either.
I think of all the hidden wounds.
I pray for healing, another process I cannot always comprehend.
Luckily, God does not need my comprehension.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago