A week had passed since Jesus had die. I'm at my room hiding. The disciples said that Jesus is alive, but it's hard to believe. So I said to them that, unless I see his scars and put my fingers on it, and put my hand into his side I will not believe.
I'm alone at my room thinking of what should I do now, now that Jesus is dead. Since Jesus died, I felt like my reason for living is also gone. The truth is I want to believe that Jesus is really alive, that I want to experience the joy that they feel. But, it's hard to believe..I want proof.
I rest my back on the wall, then I remember our last moments with him. That evening, at the upper room, our last supper with him,
"Pah.." I said, "He said, that he is the way...the truth....."
"AND THE LIFE.." Said a voice, then I saw my door opened then Jesus enters the room. Je...Jesus!? No, i..it's impossible.
Jesus walks toward me and he said, "Thomas.." I ...I don't know what to do or say,
"Thomas, I'm alive..I already defeated death." He said, while he is touching my cheeks. I saw the hole on his hands..I...it's really him! I knelf down then I cried and said "MY LORD! MY GOD!"
Then Jesus said, "You believe, because you see me...But blessed are those who have not seen me, and yet have believed."
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JESUS IS ALIVE! MY GOD IS NOT DEAD! HE IS ALIVE AND HE IS INSIDE ME ROARING LIKE A WILD LION!
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The Love Story
Non-FictionA story that will show you that there is a LOVE that will conquer even death just for you!
