Wednesday May 4th,
“Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and place my finger in the mark of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe.” John 20:25
So many voices have been echoing these words of St. Thomas, in the wake of the assassination of Osama bin Laden. Why didn’t they keep his body? Where are the photographs? I need to see the bullet hole! Did it really happen?
The poor Birthers, deprived of a good excuse for doubting President Obama’s natal place, are morphing into Deathers!
But doubting is part of who we are. It keeps us alive. It keeps us alert. Doubt is part of any intelligent human psyche.
And, strange to say, Doubt is an essential part of faith.
It reminds me of this line of Tennyson:
Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,
At last he beat his music out.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Here is wishing you a faith that is richly flavored with faithful questioning.