It was a rather noisy beginning todayโthe renovation of the room above me started. I said, to myself, โSelf, you need to do penance, so just endure,โ but then my selfish self said, โNope. Not while on vacation!โ So, I did something very much unlike me, I asked for a new room. The staff was kind and understanding and understood that I can do penance when I return home, and gave me a new room. Very nice.
Once settled, I did something unusual for someone who is about 5,000 miles from home, I spent the day writing. The mind took an amazing journey and I put down many words (even ran out of ink in my pen and had to go in search of a new one!)
I do believe the next vaca will be a writing retreat. We shall see. The story (have I already mentioned this) is Execution Day. It will be a part of a collection of short storiesโnothing like Iโve written/published beforeโtitled Seven Deadly. At this point, they are all a bit weird, but too much fun to write. Iโm always killinโ off somebody!
At about 7:30 p.m., I realized that I had only a light breakfast to eat and went in search of ramen. The ones near by were closed, but I found โAsian Soulโ and had some delicious Thai food and beerโฆ I think the second beer was actually from China.
Fried shrimp cakes with an onion, garlic, and pepper pickled for dipping.Shrimp in green curry, toned down for me. Perfect amount of spice and so very good.
During and afterward, I stopped to take a few pictures. This first one is called โThe Ordinary in Lightโ (doesnโt he think he is the artiste giving his pictures names!)
On the way back to the hotel, I saw the light playing off the buildings andโฆ
And from the balcony of the new room (sorry, brother, no more garden)โฆ
Tomorrow will be a bit busier. Following breakfast, I will make my way to Adikt Ink where Matteo will give my new adult โsticker.โ Something to remember this journey by and inspired by Joan, my hero in Rouen, France. Afterward, I will visit a local bookstore where I can find a Stephen King in some language other than English (I wonโt be able to read it, but other than the new โstickerโ it will be one of my few souvenirs. FYI: the exchange rate is miserable, so Iโve done little to no shopping.
During my occasional scroll today, I came across this from Fyodor Dostoevsky: โFrom the outside, you seem mature with a philosopher’s mind. But inside, you’re just a child lost in a sweet delusion.โ Donโt be afraid to be a child. They are always curious and poking their little noses in all sorts of interesting places. Along the way, someone is bound to tell you โNo!โ or โItโs not possible!โ Donโt you believe it. Even a sixty-one year old child is finding out those sweet delusions can, in fact, be reality.
May you have a blessed day, may your Grand Marnier always be a long pour, and may Our Lord and God bless you immensely. He does love all His silly children.
For those curious about The Queen, she apparently has a new favorite game at The Cat Resortโฆ
I debated on whether or not to bring a coat with me. Iโm glad the warm natured John lost that bet. It was a chilly day with wind. Still, that did not stop me from getting out. First stop: Notre Dame Cathedral at Luxembourg. FYI: Notre Dame means โOur Lady,โ so there are many churches named Notre Dame.
A view from the outsideโฆ
This is the only view I got. Why? Because it is closed for the next three days. Oh, well. I crossed the street and went undergroundโฆ literally.
Welcome to the Pรฉtrusse Casemates, the underground portion of the fortifications. Once you enter, it is all down hill.
AUSTRIAN STAIRWAY This impressive stairway, hewn into the rock, was constructed in 1728 under the Austrians. Via 131 steps, it leads down into the Pรฉtrusse valley. Through a double door, the passageway went on up to the fort on the opposite side. A direct underground connection was thus created between the inner and outer fortifications.ILLUMINATION Four kinds of illumination were deployed in the underground fortifications, just as they were in the mines up until the 19th century: candles, pinewood spills, oil lamps, and tallow dips with animal fats. Inventories show that in the Luxembourg fortress it was mainly oil lamps and candles that were used for illumination in the casemates.
I actually thought the sign over this doorway said something of interest, but after arriving back at the hotelโฆ โSmoking Prohibited.โ
RAVELIN DU PรTร The so-called Ravelin du pรขtรฉยฎ (from the French โขpรขtรฉ”, an irregular platform] was built by the Spaniards in about 1673/74 to protect the main wall of the fortress. The interior consists of two artillery galleries, one above the other, with embrasures for the defence of the valley. There is a small platform on the top for the placement of artillery.
Once at the bottom of the valley, you have an excellent view of the bridge. Carved into the stone a little further down the river was a beautiful church, also closed, but I tried to get a few photos through the windows.
Chapel of St Quirinus (Grรคinskapell) The Chapel of St Quirinus is situated in the valley of the Pรฉtrusse, close to a spring that is said to work miracles. Its water is indeed said to have a beneficial effect on diseases of the eye. Originally, this was probably the site of a pagan cult, which was then converted into a Christian place of worship under the Romans. The chapel is dedicated to St Quiri-nus, who until 1666 was the patron saint of the city. The inside of the chapel consists of a double grotto, the larger being the church and the other the sacristy. The Gothic-style faรงade was probably erected around 1350 by the Knights of the Teutonic Order. The little steeples and roof of this pilgrimage site were added in 1885 during a restoration carried out by the State architect Charles Arendt (1825-1910). The miracle-performing spring situated at the bottom of the chapel can no longer be accessed. It has been closed over by a grid.
At this point, I stood staring and wondering where to go. Pulling out my trusty map, the decision wasnโt difficult and only a 30 minute bus ride. It is not something I am generally drawn to, but Iโm so very glad I took the trip. It was very moving. Something in your soul will ache.
5,076 Headstones
4,958 Latin Crosses
119 Stars of David
371 markers of the Unknown
22 sets of brothers
Luxembourg American Cemetery is the only American military cemetery in Luxembourg.When I get home, I would like to try and find out more about him. Maybe send his family the picture.
At the time, I was the only one here. I thought that was sad.
As I walked through, I couldnโt help but touch the markers and read the namesโฆ it seemed to be the only way I could honor them. I kept thinking, โToday, I see you.โ
Among those buried hereโฆ
A truly sacred place.
That it may please Thee to make wars to cease in all the world; to give to all nations unity, peace, and concord; and to bestow freedom upon all peoples, We beseech thee to hear us, good Lord.
Okayโฆ breathe. I donโt know where I saw this, but I thought it was important:
After today, my soul needs sushi. Be back shortly with pictures of food and beer.
So goodโฆ
And, as I did not get one of the beer (Sapporo, naturally), you get yourโs truly with his Grand Marniner.
Yesterday was a much easier day of travel from Rouen to Luxembourgโtook the train. We did not crash into any buildings.
After so many days of going, I took the day off. My only reason for getting up and dressed was breakfast and phone chargerโI forgot to bring my converter for the outlets. The other hotels had USB ports, but this one did not. Glad to have brought my battery pack to charge the phone last night.
After returning to the hotel, I did the only logical thing: took a nap. Then got up and worked on a short story, Execution Day, which I hope will be part of a collection of short stories that Iโve been working onโSeven Deadlyโalthough there will be more than seven stories, and they will not all be too deadly.
At one point, as I sat here in my PJs and writing, I got a bit chilly. I do not have a robe or slippers with me, so did the best I could. The result: me sitting in my PJs, wearing my overcoat (which Iโm very glad I brought) and my hiking boots.
Selfie Stick and timer set on phone + mad dash to strike the pose.
After such hard work, it was time for some food. I went for something completely different and will likely be sitting up in bed all night because my white-bread American stomach doesnโt handle spicy food too well, but it was so very good.
The mealโฆ
I had no idea what I was ordering, so relied on my very kind host to help me out. I had at first wanted to attempt one other dish, but it had three ๐ถ๏ธ๐ถ๏ธ๐ถ๏ธ beside it. My host said it wasn’t possible to make it milder, so we agreed on a dish with ๐ถ๏ธ๐ถ๏ธ, and he said he could get it down to ๐ถ๏ธ. It was perfect! Timmuri with Sichuan pepper, onion, ginger, garlic, and Nepali spice. I added some lamb to get a bit extra. The nan was with garlic. He had me first try the Cobra beer from India (after getting it, I remembered that I had it once before in Lisbon) and then he said I must try a Nepalese beerโฆ excellent. Much more carbonation and natural taste.
This is just an American talking here, butโฆ it seems that when you eat out in various countries, if you eat at a โlocalโ restaurant, youโll likely get good food, but the attitude that comes with it really puts me offโtheyโre doing you a favor by deigning to have you seated in their establishment. However, if you choose an ethnic restaurant, well, like you, they are the foreigners. They know what it is like to be a stranger in a strange land and so, to me, they are so much kinder and helpful. Look, I willingly admit, I donโt know what Iโm doing half the time and I sure as heck donโt know what Iโm ordering, so when you ask, โWhat do you recommend?โ the locals will roll their eyes, but the foreigners like you will smile and be so very helpful. Something about it in Leviticus (perhaps 19:33-34) but I wonโt get preachy.
There is a park behind my hotel that I can see from the windowโฆ
โฆso on the way, in an attempt to walk off some of that meal, I took a stroll. Beautiful flowers that my brother would be disgusted with me if I didnโt stop and smell. So, for the brotherโฆ
And donโt forgetting be the babbling fountain:
As I stood next to the water, these two came cruising byโฆ
The last two days have been the most relaxing of the expedition (although Iโve loved it allโexcept maybe for the long bus trip, but I did get to see the Eiffel Tower and I was in Paris), and on several occasions, I have caught myself smiling for no dang reason at all. Those around me probably think they have a crazy person on their hands, butโฆ Noโฆ just me. It is a good feeing to smile for no reason at all.
I think Iโll work on my short story for a bit longer, then do some reading. Iโm very much into Haruki Murakami these days and have been working through 1Q84, which is delightfully Murakami.
My days may be off, but we are seeing the world. I hope this post is more than a photo dump like the other day, butโฆ Iโve experienced so much. Letโs see what happensโฆ
Yesterday was a travel day extraordinaire! Twelve hours from point A to point B. One of those hours was stupidity on my part in not knowing how to read my ticket, the other eleven hours were automobiles and buses (two of them to be exact). The first half of the trip was good, but when I hit Paris โ OY! Note to self: when reading your bus ticket, donโt look for destinationโlook for bus number. I was probably standing directly next to my outbound bus for thirty minutes, but the board never said, โRouen.โ Instead, it said the next stop (whatever that was), and I missed it. Had to purchase a new ticket for the next bus. Dang near missed that one as well until I realized my mistake.
There was a fun sight along the way:
Paris traffic was c.r.a.z.y. and the bus driver headed down the wrong street twice and had to back up! but I finally arrived (two hours later than planned) in Rouen, France. Life is good! Iโm in France for Pete sake! (Sorry, โPierre sake!) The fella checking me in at the hotel was VERY French in attitude, but I smiled. It was dark, but I decided to see what I could see. It was so worth the 12 hours of traveling. I came around a cornerโฆ I donโt know that a tear ran down my cheek, but it was a close call.
This morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to see what the city offered, but I did have one destination in mind. First things first, thoughโฆ I went back to the cathedral to see the inside, but no sooner had I arrived and they were ushering us all out. What? Turns out, Mass was about to begin. Well, my Anglican friends, I kept my mouth shut and had a seat. What a surprise and blessing for me: from my Facebook postโฆ โWhen your heathen soul gets lucky and you show up on time to attend mass with the Archbishop of Rouen and Primate of Normandy, Monseigneur Dominique Lebrun. Second photo from web.โ
At this point I was feeling good. I continued with my tour, seeing what I could see. Only problem: so much of what I wanted to see was behind locked gates and I wasnโt allowed to get close. Just you wait! My first time through the 12-century gothic Cathรฉdrale Notre-Dame de Rouen.
1000 years in the weather has done much damage to everything. They are working on the restoration, but it is a slow process. St. James: notice the shell on his cap. Having walked a portion of the Camino de Santiago, that shell is like a secret sign and your eye is immediately drawn to it. I stopped dead in the middle of a street later in the day. Iโll show you that in a minute.I would like to say that It was Jesus who caught my attention in this picture, but it was that red hair. I donโt know what that says about me. I havenโt identified the artist.
Weโll be back at 2:30 p.m. but for now, I headed to my next destinationโand the point of coming to Rouen to begin withโthe place where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake.
Friends, Joan of Arc has been a hero of mine forever. This was on the list of places to visit from the first time I came to Europe. It was simple, noisy, dirty, smelly, drunks being loud, people oblivious, none of it matteredโฆ I pulled out my small rosary and rubbed it in the dirt of this place.
I came back later in the day and found the spot with the sun directly behind the marker.
The small Joan of Arc medal on my rosary that came home to her ashesโฆ
Sitting here shaking my headโฆ donโt know how to explain.
I stopped and had some lunch, seafood, then made my way back to the cathedral. I had read somewhere that there is a tour that begins at 2:30 on Saturday. It is not posted anywhere or publicized. Show up and join in. I did. For the next three hours, I visited the parts of the cathedral I wasnโt allowed to get close to and parts I didnโt even know existed! Amazing. There were only ten of us on the tour. Did I mention it was all in French? I didnโt understand a word said, but it was absolutely fascinating.
The Baptistryโฆ
It was all I could do not to straighten that candle!
The Joan of Arc side chapelโฆ
Chapelle de la Vierge (Chapel of the Virgin)โฆ
St. Georgeโฆ โKill the dragon!!โ
And I havenโt forgottenโฆ
Some of you may remember this photoโฆ
It was taken in St-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France, the starting point of the Camino de Santiago in 2024. Well, today, as I was walking along, I came across thisโฆ
The Camino is not done with me. It keeps calling in the most remarkable ways. Just wait until this October! Iโm still blown away by this development, but thatโs later. For nowโฆ Yeahโฆ โBuen Camino!โ Mine continues! God is good.
My day and my life. It was and is a good one. Tomorrow, is another travel day. Back to Luxembourg. There are some places I want to see and Iโm planning on a couple of โvacationโ days where I look out the window of my hotel room, read my book, sip some wine, and not worry about the world too much.
Iโll be honest, there are only so many landscapes and portraits that will remain interesting to me, and this place had its share, but there are several pieces of religious art (of course!) that got my attention. The pictures may be at weird angles or Iโm only showing detail shots because the lighting in the museum was odd and there was a lot of glare.
First up is The Annunciation by Peter Paul Rubens.
Rubens’ work emphasises both the sacred and secular nature of the event. Gabriel is accompanied by a ray of divine light and two plump putti, the latter of whom shower Mary with petals. Mary receives the message in a domestic interior. The vase of flowers on the table, the sewing basket and the sleeping cat all enhance the intimate atmosphere. Rubens began this canvas in 1610. That he did not complete it until much later has been deduced from certain stylistic details such as the use of light and space and the overall dynamism of the scane. Rubens sold the painting to the Marquis of Leganรฉs during a diplomatic visit to the spanish court in Madrid in 1628. The latter gave it a place in his private chapel.
Honestly, I think the cat wanders from one painting to the next, as I saw it again in The Supper at Emmaus by Jean-Baptiste de Champaigne.
Thereโs actually an interesting history of cats in art. Definitely worth a bit more research.
Next up is The Calling of St. Matthew by Marinus van Reymerswale. Iโm quite certain you know why this one was selected. (Hint: I serve as priest at St. Matthewโs Episcopal Church.) It is clear from the painting, even with all the hustle and bustle going on around him, Matthew only has eyes for Jesus.
Next was a very large Last Judgment scene by Raphaรซl Coxcie, reminiscent of and compared to the Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel (not a favorable comparison). It caught my eye because of the subject, but then there was this one little detail that got me to sit down and think. Iโve circled it below.
Perhaps the closeup will show my interestโฆ
The painting was originally placed in the courtroom at the town hall in Ghent (apparently, many courtrooms held similar paintings of the Last Judgment as a reminder to the punishments in store for a life of crimeโshould we post more of these?) Question: Is the woman holding up a small mirror? The image in the mirror isnโt clear, so it could be anyone. Was Coxcie asking, โDo you see yourself? Will you end up here with us?โ I stopped to consider that and prayed that I would be one of those on the left side of the canvas being called up to Paradise. Not related at allโfor the Stephen King fans out thereโdoesnโt the image in the mirror look like Pennywise? I suppose theyโll float down there for sure!
Shut up, John, and show us some more pictures. Okay.
Detail photo of Interior of St. Peterโs Church in Rome by Wilhelm Schubert van Ehrenberg:
Detail of The Crypt of the San Martino ai Monti Basilica in Rome by Franรงois-Marius Granet:
Saint Sebastian released by the Roman widow Irene and her servant by Melchior de la Mars:
Interesting Saint fact: Although most frequently depicted as being shot by arrows, St. Sebastian survived this initial attempt at martyrdom. He was nursed back to health by Irene, but later would be clubbed to death under the orders of Emperor Diocletian (not a very nice guy.)
Finally, my favorite in the museum: Mary Magdalene by Alfred Stevens:
Early in her career, star actress Sarah Bernhardt meets the Belgian painter Alfred Stevens. As the painter par excellence of Parisian high society, he introduces Bernhardt to painting. It is the beginning of a close friendship. She takes lessons in his painting class for women and models for several portraits. Stevens may also have been inspired by Bernhardt’s captivating gaze for this painting of Mary Magdalene. The skull and the desolate landscape in the background reflect the theme of the converted sinner who withdraws from public life, becoming a hermit. Typical of Stevens’ approach is the sensuality and melancholic gaze with which Mary Magdalene looks at the viewer. This obscures the religious meaning of the remorseful penitent, which shocked the general public at the time.
You be the judge: a young Sarah Bernhardt. She was Jewish, but early in her life, she wanted to become a nun.
On my way back to the hotel, I saw where the Good Lord was creating His own art. Spring is springing in Belgium
Tomorrow is a travel day. Iโm off to Rouen, France to see Joan of Arc. If you ever decide to travel to Ghent, I highly recommend picking up a CityCard Ghent (available at many places). You can get a 48- or 72-hour card. At first, the price seems high, but I got my moneyโs worth yesterday. It covers all public transportation, museums, water taxis, and many other places, if not completely, a large percentage. For example, I paid โฌ49 for a 48 hour card. I took 12 bus rides yesterday. At โฌ3/rideโฆ yeah. Plus, all you have to do is show it to the driver and youโre good to go.
Iโll probably have a few travel pictures tomorrow, but will definitely see you in Rouen!
What a day and what a long one. Tonight, I want to get some pictures out, but there wonโt be as much commentaryโฆ or weโll see what happens. I did a lot of walking, and I saw so many amazing things, so letโs take a look. Warning: this is essentially an unedited photo dump.
I sort of learned how to navigate the public transportation in Japan, so I didnโt feel too intimidated here. I jumped on and after a 30 minute bus ride with one transfer, I easily made my way to the old city and Gravensteen Castle. It dates from 1180 and the current restoration took place between 1893 and 1903. There are multiple spiral staircases, but I managed without too much huffing and puffing.
If you need a bit of medieval armory, they have some very interesting pieces. The one sword is about six feet long. Good luck swinging that!
Later in the day, I took a scenic boat tour. This is the view of the castle from the boat:
Then I walked and enjoyed some of the sights of the old city:
I then entered the Church of St. Nicholas. The day was cool, but the temperature dropped at least ten degrees as I enteredโฆ not that my poor heathen soul was the reason for the decrease.
One of the โartisticโ shots of the dayโฆ
And then, I was at St. Bavoโs Cathedral. I hadnโt planned on it, in fact, I have a ticket for tomorrow, but thenโฆ when in Ghent! The pictures do no justice to the Ghent Altarpiece and the Mystical Lamb. I bought a book and will happily show it to you. Truly magnificent!
And now for something completely different! Graffiti Alleyโฆ this narrow alleyway is covered from floor to ceiling in graffiti. There is only one shop along the way, and they serve an exceptional espresso and make the most decadent chocolate treatsโmine was a cookie filled with raspberry cream and covered with dark chocolate. Yeahโฆ I ate it all.
At this stage, the dogs were barking, and I was ready for a sit-down, although not quite ready to return to the hotel. A fifty-minute canal tour proved to be just the ticket.
The tour guideโwho could jump from English, French, German, and Flemish without skipping a beatโactually took his hands off the wheel and took the same picture above. Said it was his favorite view and this was the most beautiful he had ever seen it. I thought I had better do the same.
That is all the photos for now. I returned to the hotel, had a nice cold Belgian beerโฆ
โฆand worked on that short story for the Writing Battle. Perhaps I shouldnโt be drinking beer while writing, because it has taken a turn for the more-weird-than-usual, but it is fun. Tomorrow is museum day. Iโll try to do more writing with the post but I do hope you enjoy todayโs pictures. They truly do none of this beautiful city justice.
I left the house about 3 p.m. Sunday. I arrived at my hotel in Luxembourg around 9 p.m. on Monday. There is a seven-hour time difference, so it comes to about 23 hours travel time with no sleep (question for the solo-travelers: how do you sleep on a plane? I just canโt seem to fall asleep. Exhausted, but awake.) After arriving at the NH Luxembourg Hotel, I took a nice hot shower, had a lovely glass of wine, and then crawled in for about 9 hours. A good nightโs rest for sure.
Today, I moved slowly, but was on the train to Ghent, Belgium at 10:11 a.m. after a nice breakfast at the hotel.
Journaling on the trainโฆ
Arrived in Ghent after missing my !!six-minute!! transfer at the Brussels-Nord station. It was okay, another train came along in 11 minutes and I was off again.
After getting to my room, I came back down to the lobby of the Residence Inn by Marriott Ghent (a lovely hotel with very kind and helpful staff) and did the one thing youโre supposed to do while in Belgiumโฆ
And, yes, Iโm at the White Rabbit bar.
I have two full days here and the agenda is beautifully packed. More to come. This evening, after a napโthe beer was good and, yes, I did have twoโIโll be working on my short story for the Writing Battle. You are given three images and five days to write a 2,500-word short story. My three imagesโฆ
My inspiration for the story (I referenced it in a sermon a while back) is fromโฆ
Darkness
By Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and wentโand came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfiresโand the thrones, The palaces of crowned kingsโthe huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d, And men were gather’d round their blazing homes To look once more into each other’s face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain’d; Forests were set on fireโbut hour by hour They fell and fadedโand the crackling trunks Extinguish’d with a crashโand all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d And twin’d themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stinglessโthey were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thoughtโand that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrailsโmen Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devour’d, Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer’d not with a caressโhe died. The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they rak’d up, And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other’s aspectsโsaw, and shriek’d, and diedโ Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifelessโ A lump of deathโa chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d They slept on the abyss without a surgeโ The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before; The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need Of aid from themโShe was the Universe.
Perhaps youโve seen the letter to Jesus from Jordan Management Consultants.
It appears Jesus used these consultants to help identify potential leaders among his followers. The letter states that JMC has conducted extensive research on the candidates and then offers its recommendations:
โSimon Peter is emotionally unstable and prone to fits of temper. Andrew has absolutely no leadership qualities. The two brothers, James and John, the sons of Zebedee, place personal interests above loyalty to the company. Thomas demonstrates a questioning attitude that would tend to undermine morale.
โWe feel it is our duty to inform you that Matthew has been blacklisted by the Greater Jerusalem Better Business Bureau. James, the son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus definitely have radical leanings and both registered high scores on the manic-depressive scale.
โOne of the candidates, however, shows great potential. He is a man of ability and resourcefulness, meets people well, has a keen business mind, and has contacts in high places. He is highly motivated, ambitious, and responsible. We recommend Judas Iscariot as your controller and right-hand man.โ
Did you ever notice how easy it is to pull a snippet from a personโs life and, from then on, judge and label them according to that snippet? We hear the stories of many of the characters in the Bible and do the same thing.
In the Old Testament, Abraham lied, David was an adulterer, Moses argued with God, and Jonah was flat-out disobedient. Those are only a few. Those in the New Testament arenโt any better. The apostles questioned Jesusโ methods. They argued amongst themselves. They wanted to call down fire from heaven and destroy cities (I actually kind of like that one). They abandoned Christ in his time of need. They denied him, and so on.
And then there is poor old Thomas. It is easy to understand why grade schoolers think his last name was Thomas and his first name was โDoubting.โ Doubting Thomas. To tell you the truth, I think he gets a bad wrap, so today I would like to try to remedy that a bit.
Thomas is mentioned in all four gospels and the Acts of the Apostles, but in Johnโs gospel, he receives the most attention.
In Johnโs gospel, he is first mentioned as Jesus plans to return to Judea, where he would later raise Lazarus from the dead. The disciples are concerned because it was in Judea that the Jews had tried to stone Jesus just a short time earlier. Despite their concerns, Jesus says, โLet us go to Lazarus.โ
I love the quote and have probably shared it with you before, but have you seen The Lord of the Rings? Great films. Gimli is a main character and a dwarf. A huge battle is about to take place, with slim chances of victory, so there is an argument over what to do. Stand and fight, or flee and possibly fight another day. Gimli settles the argument when he says, “Certainty of death, small chance of success- what are we waiting for?โ
When Jesus said, โLet us go to Lazarus,โ even though there was the possibility of death and everyone else wanted to stay put, Thomas said, โLet us also go, that we may die with him.โ
Note to the wise: if you can find a friend like this, donโt let them go. In this situation, Thomas demonstrates bravery, loyalty, and dedication. While the rest were โdoubting,โ Thomas was prepared to lay down his life for the Lord.
In a later event, Jesus cryptically explained to the disciples that he would be killed and go to the Father. He went on to tell them that they knew the way to where he was going, yet Thomas said, โLord, we donโt know where you are going, so how can we know the way?โ Jesus then explained that he is โthe way and the truth and the Life.โ
No one else understood either, but Thomas demonstrated simple honesty by not pretending to understand what Jesus was trying to tell them.
Brave, loyal, dedicated, honest, and now, from todayโs text, doubting.
When Jesus first appeared to the disciples, ten were there who saw and believed. Thomas was not.
Some have suggested that Thomasโ greatest mistake was not his doubting but his absence. After the death of Jesus, instead of remaining in the Christian community, he is postulated to have withdrawn and sought loneliness. By isolating himself from the community of faith, he failed to witness Christ’s appearance.
Whatever the case, Thomas doubts. The Lord appears again, and Thomas is present. At this appearance, Thomas redeems himself from his initial doubt. After laying eyes on, and possibly even touching, the Risen Lord, he makes a confession of faith regarding Jesus. This confession is greater than what all the rest have said to this point. Thomas declares, โMy Lord and my God.โ
From a distance, it is easy to criticize Thomas, but his doubt seems to have stemmed from a need for facts. Once he was certain, Thomas committed himself fully to Jesus, declaring him Lord and God.
Brave, Loyal, Dedicated, Honest, Doubting, Fully Committed. Thatโs a better first name than โdoubting.โ
The beginning of the Acts of the Apostles records Jesusโ last appearance to the apostles, and his final words to them were, โYou will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.โ It is clear from the rest of Acts that several of the apostles did as Jesus commanded; however, we donโt hear about them all, and Thomas is one for whom scripture is silent.
There is, however, what is known as the New Testament Apocrypha. It is not considered scripture or even true, but this collection includes a book titled โThe Acts of Thomas.โ According to this book, regarding being โwitnesses to the end of the earth,โ we learn that the apostles divided the earth and went out into the world to spread the Gospel message, as Jesus had commanded. Thomas, as legend has it, was assigned to the area we know as India.
When he arrived in India, he was enslaved, but it came to the attention of Gustafor, an Indian king, that Thomas was a carpenter. Learning this, Gustafor commanded Thomas to build him a palace. The king gave Thomas a considerable sum to buy materials and pay the workers; however, every time the king gave him money, Thomas gave it all to the poor. The king grew suspicious and sent for Thomas, asking, โHave you built my palace?โ Thomas answered, โYes.โ The king asked when he could go and see the palace, and Thomas replied, โYou cannot see it now, but when you depart this life, then you will see it.โ Through his good works, Thomas was building a palace in heaven for the king. At first, the king was furious, and Thomas was nearly put to death. Yet through this situation, Thomas won the Indian king to Christ. Legend has it that this is how Christianity came to India.
True or false? Itโs hard to say, but hereโs a fact: To this day, Syrian Christians in India call themselves the Mar-Thoma Church, or โFather Thomasโ Church, and are in communion with The Episcopal Church.
What can we gain from this apostle with the unfortunate first name? One theologian wrote, โWhat this church needs is what every church needs: a man who knows God at more than second-hand knowledge.โ
When Jesus first appeared, Thomas wasnโt willing to take the other apostlesโ word for it. He didnโt want second-hand knowledge. He wanted proof for himself. He wanted to see, hear, and lay his hands on the risen Lord.
That is what we should all want. Jesus says to Thomas, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.โ It is true. Faith is believing in the things we cannot see, but bouncing along in unsubstantiated faith is foolish, for when the trials come, that kind of faith can abandon us.
Therefore, we must also lay hold of the Risen Lord, and we can do so through prayer, study of Holy Scripture, meditation, our own experiences of Jesus, and the witness of others. It is then that the roots of our faith will be grounded in the Rock who is our Lord and our God. When trials blow through our lives, they may knock us around a bit, but we will not be uprooted. Like Thomas, we will learn never to doubt the one who saves us.ย
Let us pray: St. Thomas, you surrendered your doubts and placed your faith completely in the Resurrected Lord. Teach us to surrender ourselves fully to God’s will, trusting in His providence and love. May we let go of our fears and uncertainties, knowing that God is always with us. Pray for us, St. Thomas, that we may surrender our hearts to the Lord and find true peace in Him. Amen.
Do you think God ever looks down from heaven, shakes his head, and asks himself, โYou know I buy them books and send them to school, so why are they still doing foolish things?โ
In our gospel reading today, when Jesus catches up to the two on the road, he declares the same thing, โOh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?”
The Gospels do not explain why the two are traveling to Emmaus, but I am willing to make an educated guess.
As the two walk along the road, Jesus joins them and asks what they are discussing. Not realizing that it is Jesus who has asked, they answer him as if he had spent the last three days in a cave or something. They tell Jesus that the greatest prophet Israel ever knew, the long-awaited Messiah who was going to deliver the people, had finally come, but the chief priests had him put to death. All their hopes and dreams crumbled with his death. In other words, they say, โO woe is us. All is lost.โ ย
Why are the two headed to Emmaus? They are going home. In their minds, they are defeated, and there is no point in hanging out in Jerusalem any longer. Even the direction they are traveling is telling. Emmaus is almost directly west of Jerusalem, the sun is setting, the day is ending, and the sun has set on the Messiah. Where they once walked in the light, now everything is turning dark. Then Jesus speaks, โStop being so foolish and let me explain it to you. Let me show you how you are wrong,โ and he proceeds to reveal the truth about the Savior, about himself, and he does so in two very important ways.
First, He opens the scripture for them and explains it in such a way that their hearts burn within them. Second, he breaks bread with them just as he had done at the Last Supper. Jesus reveals the truth about Himself through His words, the explanation of Holy Scripture, and the sacramentโthe breaking of bread. Through both word and sacrament, He reveals Himself to them, and in that instant, they knew Him.
It remains the same today, and there is only one place where we can find both: the church. Archbishop Rowan Williams declares, โThe Church is the new creation, it is life and joy, it is the sacramental fellowship in which we share the ultimate purpose of God, made real for us now in our hearing the Word and sharing the Sacrament.โ
My good friend Thomas a Kempis writes, โYou have given me in my weakness Your sacred Flesh to refresh my soul and body, and You have set Your word as the guiding light for my feet. Without them, I could not live aright, for the word of God is the light of my soul and Your Sacrament is the Bread of Life.โ These two life-giving and soul-lighting gifts are found only in the Church.ย
The two travelers on the road to Emmaus had lost hope, but Jesus revealed to them that He is present to all of us in word and sacrament, found only in Christโs one holy catholic and apostolic church.