Second Sunday of Easter
Year A
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The Wound and the Witness
By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC
We often think of peace as the total absence of conflict, stress, or noise. We think of it as a quiet vacation, a moment when all our bills are paid, our health is perfect, and our relationships are entirely smooth. But if that is the only kind of peace available to us, then most of us are going to spend our entire lives waiting for it. Real life is loud, messy, unpredictable, and frequently painful.
Our Gospel today introduces us to a group of people who are completely starved for peace. It is the evening of that first Easter Sunday. The disciples are gathered in a room, and the text notes a telling detail: the doors were locked for fear of the authorities. They are hiding. They are traumatized, exhausted, and carrying a heavy load of guilt. They know they abandoned Jesus in the garden. Peter knows he denied Him. They are trapped in a self-made tomb of anxiety and shame.
And right into the middle of their locked room, right into their huddle of fear, Jesus shows up. He does not knock on the door, and He does not demand an explanation for their cowardice. He simply stands among them and says, “Peace be with you.”
Notice what Jesus does immediately after offering this peace. He does not show them a glorious, unblemished, glowing body to prove He is a ghost. The text says that after He said this, He showed them His hands and His side. He showed them His wounds.
This is a profound revelation about the nature of God’s peace. Jesus does not erase His scars. The resurrection does not wipe away the reality of Good Friday. He keeps the marks of the nails and the spear because those wounds are the receipts of His love. His peace is not a fragile thing that requires us to pretend our pain never happened. It is a peace that meets us right in the middle of our scars and says that the wounds do not have the final word.
The disciples rejoice when they see the Lord, and Jesus breathes on them, giving them the Holy Spirit and sending them out into the world. But Thomas, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. And when the others tell him they have seen the Lord, Thomas reacts with a completely understandable human skepticism. He says, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”
We often give Thomas a hard time, calling him Doubting Thomas as if he is the ultimate spiritual failure. But Thomas is just being honest. He had watched Jesus die. He knew how brutal the Roman Empire was. He refused to accept a cheap, sentimental optimism that ignored the raw reality of suffering. Thomas wanted to know if the resurrected Jesus was the same Jesus who had suffered on the cross. He wanted to see the wounds.
A week later, the disciples are in the room again, and this time Thomas is with them. The doors are still locked. Jesus shows up a second time, stands in the midst, and repeats His baseline blessing: “Peace be with you.” Then He looks directly at Thomas. He does not scold him for his doubt. He does not shame him for wanting proof. Instead, He offers exactly what Thomas asked for: “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.”
Thomas does not even need to touch the wounds. Just being seen so completely, and loved so thoroughly in the middle of his skepticism, collapses his defenses. He falls to his knees and cries out the most profound confession of faith in the entire Gospel: “My Lord and my God!”
This radical transformation from fear to bold witness is exactly what Peter is shouting about in our reading from the book of Acts. Peter stands up on the day of Pentecost and tells the crowd that this Jesus, whom they crucified, was raised up by God, having freed Him from the death because it was impossible for Him to be held by its power. Peter can speak with total authority because he has seen the scars. He knows that the worst the world can do is not enough to break God’s love.
This is the living hope that the letter of First Peter celebrates. The author writes that we have been given a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. He acknowledges that we may have to suffer various trials for a little while, but he reminds us that our faith is being refined like gold in a fire. The goal of our faith is not a life free from hardship, but an unshakeable trust that our true identity is completely secure in Christ.
The Psalmist captured this total security in Psalm 16 when he sang that the Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup. I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not fall. My heart, therefore, is glad, and my spirit rejoices; my body also shall rest in hope.
So, where are the locked doors in your life today? What is the fear, the regret, or the heavy skepticism you are keeping hidden behind deadbolts? Maybe you are carrying wounds from a relationship that shattered, a grief that will not lift, or a deep spiritual fatigue that makes you feel like Thomas, wondering if God is actually real or present in your pain.
Hear Jesus walking right through your locked doors today. He is not demanding that you clean up your doubts or pretend your scars are not there before He arrives. He steps into your ordinary, complicated reality, shows you His wounded hands, and says, “Peace be with you.”
Stop trying to manage your own anxiety this week. Step out of your hiding places, bring your real questions and your real scars to Him, and let the breath of His Holy Spirit renew your heart. Walk forward as a people who know that our Lord is alive, that His mercy is fiercer than the grave, and that your life is held securely in His hands from this time forth and forevermore.
Amen.