Today I was attracted to the bronze statue of Jesus and St. Thomas by Verocchio. Doubting Thomas, as we often refer to him, speaks to me, as I’m sure he does to many. We doubt this miracle of Jesus, God with us. We want proof. In this statue Thomas’ reluctance to touch is not unlike my reluctance to believe. I am willing to try from afar, but not up close. Give me some distance, please. Jesus understands this and seems to be waiting and allowing Thomas to move his hand just as close as is comfortable. This waiting with love is there for us as we dare believe with full hearts.
(A disclaimer: I have chosen not to take the time to offer histories of the places I visit, nor to identify the works of art and the creators. The internet is at your fingertips.)