A wonderful reflection upon Easter here.
If you want a simple faith, choose the submission of Islam or atheism. Christianity, following the absurdist irony of its mother faith of Judaism, instead opens the self, like Thomas, to a complex mystery, but one which invites the open, innocent acceptance of a child to life itself. For faced by a figure who can enter locked spaces but still offer his body to be touched, so-called doubting Thomas responds with the most overt statement of his divinity of any character in the gospel story: “Then [Jesus] said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.’ Thomas answered him, ‘My Lord and my God!'” (John 20:27-28)
So the Christian God is he who went down into the abyss of loss and dereliction, but found there the quick of life itself, to rise to offer this new hope to a tired and hopeless world. From the moment Our Lord allowed himself to be handed over, the crucifixion was not the end: he did not die as a normal victim. For he actively set his face to his fate, and in so doing transcended it.
It is not Christ who was divided [between the human and divine]. It is rather we who are divided. Thomas stands for us, not just because he doubts, but through his name “the twin,” by which John calls attention to his split subjectivity.
It takes faith to believe in the paradox of the resurrection, and to believe it reveals a unity and not a division. But faith is not a coin to put in one’s pocket. It is a journey into a mystery that lights up the whole of existence. It begins as we acknowledge that we are at odds with ourselves, with bits that believe and other parts that doubt, with a tendency to compartmentalise our experience, and a tragic inability to take our own bodies seriously.
Take that self-division with you into the paradox, and it is a journey that you will not regret.