Saturday, 29 April 2023

Doubt as productive

16 April 2023 (Easter 2): Acts 2:14, 22-32, 1 Peter 1:3-9 and John 20:19-end


As human beings, we often seek certainty but also find ourselves living with doubts. 


There may be times in our lives when guidance and direction are important; or there might be moments when we need space to weigh the questions, trust our instincts. 


Some of us might be predisposed to ways of thinking and acting rooted in confidence and clarity; others of us may experience decision-paralysis or imposter-syndrome, being all too familiar with doubt.  


Perhaps we say to ourselves ‘I’m not sure’ or ‘I don’t know’ - on the threshold of changes in work or relationships, circumstances. It is rare to hear such phrases in public though.


Someone seeking to change that is Nicola Reindorp, the CEO of Crisis Action. In reflecting on the impact of her own doubtfulness on her career, she decided to explore it in conversation with neuroscientists, counsellors, economists and leaders. 


In doing so, she writes [here] that she ‘discovered another side to doubt that is productive and powerful, not the destructive doubt of paralysis and pain, but a productive form of questioning and discovery.’


In a way, her “rebranding” of doubt makes sense: she puts it at the heart of self-awareness and humility, seeing it as a prompt for curiosity and learning. Doubts enable us to interrogate our own biases driving not only innovation but also inclusion and diversity. 


Does it help us understand Thomas better? He was someone who elsewhere in John’s gospel speaks openly and directly about his thoughts. Questions don’t seem to phase him. So perhaps it shouldn’t surprise us that his faith and belief was also mediated openly, directly and indeed relationally. 



St Thomas - Diego Velázquez

As Rowan Williams puts it: ‘doubting Thomas is often thought of as demanding hard evidence - unless I touch the wounds - and yet it was his encounter with the person of Christ that sparked faith.’


Thomas's doubt leads to a desire for touch; but what he sees inspires his belief, his trust. His testimony opens up space for others to find new purpose, new life. 


A better nickname might be ‘inspiring Thomas’ after all!


Does such a rebranding sit alongside what we hear in our text?


The tomb was empty. The doors were locked. 


Rumours of resurrection were circulating as fears were pressing in.


Into that place of grief-stricken hearts and troubled minds the risen Lord breathes peace.


To the exhausted, troubled and anxious: peace.

To the fearful, questioning and grieving: peace.

To the curious, hopeful and courageous: peace.


The marks of the nails and the pierced  side are visible: the continuity of scars witnessing to the continued presence of the self-giving love of God. 


The one breathing peace was of the Father’s love begotten; breathing peace having been betrayed, denied and beaten.  


Those wounded hands took the sting out of death and now reach out to places of mistrust, pain, disappointment and guilt.


Those wounded hands also reach out with the balm of love to forgive and heal rather than condemn.


But Thomas was not there. 


His doubtfulness means the confidence or charism of the words of others was not enough. He needed to see, to touch, to feel the breath of peace.


Those are productive signs of questioning and discovery rather than a painful paralysis. 


He had to take that doubtfulness into the week of waiting, of talking, eating, praying. 


Did their joy give space for his questions? Did his curiosity deepen their joy? Did their peace soothe his hurt? Did his interrogation prompt deeper fellowship?


The tomb was empty. The doors were locked. 


Stories of resurrection filled the room, fears being dispelled.


Into that place of hearts warmed by conversation, fellowship and prayer another word of peace is spoken. 


There is no rebuke or condemnation - simply an invitation for Thomas to reach out, to touch, to see, to trust.


Doubt becomes worship: my Lord and my God!


Evidence and observation becomes unconditional acceptance.


That is not the end of the matter: all this is for our sake - the words, the stories, the testimony, the breath of peace.


All this is written to assure us that we are healed by the same words; that we might put our trust in the promise of renewed life; that we might know ourselves to be loved, forgiven, restored, made whole and blessed. 


More than that, in the power of the Spirit, the risen Jesus sends us to transmit that love and forgiveness. 


In problem broken bread and outpoured wine, our fragile and fallible bodies are nourished as we are called from penitence to restoration; as we allow love to seep into those locked places of fear. 


This new life is a gift but also a process. The Spirit is at work in us - confronting us those things we hide from and cultivating in us new hope and dignity.


This process is held within our community - the accountability we have to one another before God.  If doubts are about curiosity, self-awareness and humility - if it prompts our learning and the safe space to interrogate our own biases, questions and weakness - then they have their place. 


Together, faith and doubt can be productive: bearing those first fruits of healing, generosity, conviction; rejoicing with those who rejoice, weeping with those who weep.


Hand in hand it staves off those things that paralyse us or hidden growth and change; finding a deeper stability and ways forward that do not coerce, demand or control. 


This kind of questioning and discovery drives the processes of forgiveness: being honest with ourselves and knowing what sets others free; the changes that bring hope and liberation; letting go of habits which cause harm.


For the one who breathed peace was the one who endured the worst of humanity - shame, failure, selfishness and betrayal - and burnt it away in the refining fire of a crucible of love.


Perhaps Thomas and Peter strengthened each other in their faith and witness through the way they tested, challenged and encouraged one another. Certainly Peter’s words - in Acts and in his letter - speak of a liberating hope and new life, which is full of gladness, mercy and love. 


It is a message, as Willie Jennings puts it, that is ‘far more powerful than its messengers’; it is a remarkable message which draws our life from fear to peace. 


Faith and doubt, peace and forgiveness: worked out in prayer, fellowship and breaking of bread for the sake of the world.


As Rowan says: ‘Faith is not just ideas in your head, faith is not just feelings in your heart - faith is the whole of a new life, making a difference to your lives, to your neighbours, to your community, by the grace and the Spirit of God.’


© Julie Gittoes 2023

Love rising

 Easter Day 2023: Acts 10:34-43 and John 20:1-18

Mary Magdalene in the Garden by Sieger Koder

It was dark.


Exhausted. Unable to sleep.


Mary came to the tomb, alone. 


With oil? Or just to be there? At the grave. 


Close to love’s bruised, buried body. 


But something was disturbed and disturbing. 


The stone had been removed. 


It was no place to be alone. At twilight. 


She ran. Ran to beloved friends.


Questions troubled from her lips.


Listening. And then.


Peter and the other disciple ran.


One would outrun the other - first in this race.


He looked. Saw. Paused. 


At the threshold of what had been entombed. 


Peter went in and saw.


The other would follow him, see and believe.


But they went away, returned home.


And she? She stood weeping. Outside. 


She had to bend, twist her body, to look in. 


To gaze from twilight into darkness.


Emptiness announced an absence.


Just as tears make eyelids swell, announcing grief.


Grief in a world made strange.


Mind racing. Thinking the worst.


It was dawn.

Have we not felt it?


The grief and insomnia; the questions and tears.


Wanting to hold on. Waiting at grave sides.


Waiting in silence. Wanting answers.


The need to run to friends; the times we’ve walked alone.


The burning eyes; and racing mind. Until twilight turns to dawn.


For Mary, recognition dawns as dawn breaks.


She senses a real presence.


Her question repeats itself, dissolves in the air, resolves itself in her body language.


Love rises, breathes, speaks.


Her name. Her Teacher.


Her heart swells, beating a little faster. 


It’s not that it’s over; that it’s solved; that it’s unproblematic, uncomplicated, undone.


The pain, confusion, death and grief were real: but maybe, just maybe, their vice-like grip has softened.


Replaced by life.


Now the green-blade riseth, from the buried grain.

Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;

Love lives, that with the dead has been:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.


Love lives. 


Not only as the sleeping, quickening grain, but as the gardener.


The one whose hands are soiled with the earthiness of our hearts.


Even when they are wintry, grieving or in pain.


The one who brings us life when we can’t see it; who loves when we can’t accept it.


Or when there’s a risk to be taken, a change to be made.


The one who is with us when there are more questions than answers.


There when we rise, stumble or fall; when we stand alone, or together.


The one who feeds us with bread which earth has given and human hands have made.


Becoming for us the bread of life. 


Mary could not hold on to her Teacher, Lord and Friend.


Letting go allows her to tell her story of his story of good news.


A story that tells us that God in Christ does not leave us.


But rather lets go in order to relate to all peoples across time and space.


Letting go leads her deeper into a new community.


One that is truth seeking, sense making, peace building, bread breaking.


One that shares God’s desire for joining, forgiving, blessing.


In that way, Mary, along with Peter and the Beloved Disciple, love expands until it reaches beyond our human limits.


Until it echoes the pulse of God’s own life.


Each one of them spoke of this hope.


Hope that sees the world as God does: with no partiality but with judgement and mercy.


Seeing God’s light and life reflected in a band of colour: violets and oranges, blues and reds.


Those particular sites of love.


Hope that reaches goes beyond the grave.


We claim that promise in the face of tears and questions.


Love is come again. 


Not as a one-off miracle.


But as the beginning of a new order.


Death has been overcome; therefore all things are being made new.


This is the Spirit’s work. We share in it.


We persist and protest; dream and disrupt; nurse and nurture; create and care.


And sometimes we stand at the tomb ourselves.


And maybe find our questions, tears, losses and hurts folded with the clothes left behind by love’s risen body.


And then, maybe, rather than run, we stay; let go and live. 


Live so that love can rise in us - and show that God’s loving mercy is for others too.


© Julie Gittoes 2023