“I read a blog post over at the Nicodemus at Night blog that really got me thinking about doubt and questions. I left a rather long comment that I decided would make a good post for my blog. It’s a story from one of my trips to India and an encounter with God’s grace and love.
I was in India for a few months and was at a point where I was questioning (aka doubting) a lot of things. One of the tourist attractions in Chennai, where I was, is a Catholic church – St. Thomas Basilica. I’m not Catholic, but having spent the past few weeks touring Hindu temples, the church was something a bit more familiar.
This basilica once housed what was believed to be the bones of the apostle Thomas. Catholic tradition states that Thomas traveled to India preaching the gospel and was killed there near present-day Chennai. I really didn’t want to go in at first because the fancy, ornate church was incredibly out of place against the backdrop of some of the surrounding poverty.
The history was too much for me to pass up so I did enter and spent some time observing the relics and such. It was then that a passage of scripture caught my attention. It was the words of Thomas as found in John 20:28, “”…my Lord and my God.”” I immediately opened the Bible on my phone and read the passage. The compassion that Christ showed Thomas when he was struggling to understand or believe was overwhelming. I cried. I have never been afraid to ask God questions since then.