Jesus didn’t allow any of his other disciples to touch Him after He was resurrected.
Generally I don’t ask the dreaded =Why= question, of God. Most of you know by now, that I never pose this question to God. But I got an answer to a =Why= question I did not ask.
Of all Jesus’ disciples, Thomas had the least amount of faith. And what did Jesus do about that? He let Thomas have the experience of Him. Jesus did not simply leave Thomas to deal with his inability to believe. Jesus brought Thomas physically to enough belief so that Thomas could truthfully [in ‘truth’] say; “My Lord and my God!”
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24 Now Thomas, called the Twin, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. 25 The other disciples therefore said to him, “We have seen the Lord.”
So he said to them, “Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and put my hand into His side, I can not believe.”
26 And after eight days His disciples were again inside, and Thomas with them. Jesus came, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, “Peace to you!”27 Then He said to Thomas, “Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing.”
28 And Thomas answered and said to Him, “My Lord and my God!”
29 Jesus said to him, “Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed.
“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
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Well, some of us are just simply – not that blessed.
In fact, as I look around my Christian community, I see many, many Christians who are not that blessed…… including – me.
I was a “Thomas”. Like Thomas, I just could not believe. Jesus knew this. Yet, what did He do to respond to my Thomas-ness? What was His response to my inability to believe? He showed Himself to me. This is in my Testimony [part 5]. I was given the experience of Christ. I couldn’t hang onto a nebulous faith I didn’t have. So Jesus gave me a real experience. And afterwards, I knew He was reallyo, trulyo – for reals.
I have to say this….
It’s not your fault that you’re not so blessed.
There’s nothing wrong with you.
I was one of these. But I didn’t know any better, I didn’t know I was supposed to be closed-mouthed about it. I was open about it… I admitted it…I was not ashamed of it… I was just being, honestly, myself.
And Jesus did something about it.
And I believe that this can happen for anyone; not just for little me. It’s for anyone who can’t muster up enough faith required to have a truthfully honest relationship with Jesus, He will go the extra distance to get you there. He wants you with Him. He wants you to be as close to Him as you can get. He wants to heal you, and give you the faith you need.
So how did I get this experience?
It was an accident.
I fell into it by accident.
I asked for it. Like the father who cried out to Jesus; “I so very much want to believe. Help me with my inability to believe enough to get healing for my son!” I admitted to Him that I didn’t have faith. I admitted it to every Christian brother and sister I talked to. It was a confession. This was my part in the equation. To be open about it. To be as open about it as I could be. Like Thomas did. He wasn’t ashamed. He just plain, out-and-out, told them. He practically shouted it from the house-tops. But God loved His Thomas anyway, even though he didn’t have the faith like the others had. So God, his Father, did something about it. He came right up to him, and showed Thomas – Himself.
So shout out to God. Shout to others;
“I am not that blessed!”
“I am a Thomas.”
“I just can’t believe yet.”
“Help me brothers and sisters.”
“Help me God.”
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**Peace & All Feloreaw to our Great & Mighty God**
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