Note: This series is written as a first-person narrative to present Jesus in the context he walked in with the unknown disciple that narrates introducing my thoughts and sparking more ideas with his questions. Enjoy.
Thomas had left the room, and we locked the door behind him. Jesus wasn’t in his tomb. In fact, reports had been coming in that he’d been spotted. Mary had seen him.
We locked the door in case the temple authorities found us. I looked at the fading daylight out the window. Then I heard an exclamation and turned to look. Jesus was standing in the middle of the room; the door still locked.
He smiled and with a bit of a laugh, said, “Peace be with you!”
“It’s a ghost!” shouted Bartholomew. We all backed up.
Jesus looked at us, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts arise in your minds? Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see, I have.”
Jesus sat and held out his hands and feet. I moved forward a bit to see the marks left by the nails. I believed it then, but I couldn’t believe that Jesus was sitting there.
“Do you have anything here to eat?” Peter gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate it in front of us. Ghosts don’t eat, and neither do angels.
Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.”
Then he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone’s sins, their sins are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.”
Then Jesus left after a while, as abruptly as he appeared.
The next morning, there was a knock.
“I wonder if it’s Jesus,” Peter said as he walked towards the door.
“Who is it?” he called.
Peter let him in, and shouted: “We have seen the Lord!”
Thomas shook his head and said, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
He won’t even believe us, I thought. That bothered me.
A week later, we were in the house again, all of us. We were planning what to do next. Jesus had commissioned us, and gave us the Holy Spirit, though I’m not sure what that meant.
Jesus appeared again, standing among us. “Peace be with you!” he laughed.
I looked at the still barred door.
Jesus looked at Thomas and said, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”