My Lord and My God

Thomas was not present when the risen Jesus first stood among the disciples. While others spoke with joy, he remained behind a wall of grief and disbelief. He wanted evidence strong enough to bear the weight of hope.

Jesus did not abandon him there. A week later the doors were shut again, the disciples gathered again, and Christ came again. His first words were peace; His attention then turned toward the one who struggled to believe.

The risen Lord knew Thomas’s exact questions. He offered the wounded hands and pierced side Thomas thought he needed to see. There is tenderness here: Jesus confronts unbelief without crushing the unbeliever.

John never tells us that Thomas touched the wounds. The sight of Christ and the sound of His voice were enough. Doubt gave way not merely to admission, but to worship: “My Lord and my God.”

Those two small words—my Lord—place the whole life beneath Christ’s authority. Faith is more than agreeing that Jesus rose. It is entrusting ourselves to the risen One as the rightful ruler of our choices, ambitions, relationships, and days.

And Thomas says my God. The wounded Savior before him is not less than truly human, yet He receives the worship that belongs to God. The resurrection reveals that the One who died for us is worthy of our complete adoration.

Jesus then speaks of those who have not seen and yet believe. That blessing reaches across the centuries to us. We do not possess Thomas’s sight, but we receive the apostolic witness preserved in Scripture and the Spirit’s testimony to Christ.

Bring your honest questions into His presence this week. Do not make doubt your home or your identity. Let the risen Christ lead you from guarded uncertainty into personal confession: not only the Lord and God, but my Lord and my God.