Further Reflection on St. Thomas

In case you'd like to have a little more fuel for considering the gift we receive in Thomas's encounter with the Risen Christ, here is a poem to mull over at the dinner table or with coffee. It's by Malcolm Guite, one of my favorite living poets - and he's an Anglican priest so, if you like, you can hear him read it and then preach about it with the link below.

- Owen

St. Thomas the Apostle by Malcolm Guite

“We do not know… how can we know the way?” Courageous master of the awkward question, You spoke the words the others dared not say And cut through their evasion and abstraction. Oh doubting Thomas, father of my faith, You put your finger on the nub of things We cannot love some disembodied wraith, But flesh and blood must be our king of kings. Your teaching is to touch, embrace, anoint, Feel after Him and find Him in the flesh. Because He loved your awkward counter-point The Word has heard and granted you your wish. Oh place my hands with yours, help me divine The wounded God whose wounds are healing mine.

- link to Malcolm's sermon -

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