Sitting in that pew, I thought of Thomas, a sane person who had never had the experience of seeing someone alive after they had died and may not have wanted to. I understood him. I understood his hesitancy, his wariness, and his desire to see the evidence. He had to feel the wounds. Thomas the Doubter, my twin. But I also understood something else about him. There was a phrase in Spanish: abrigar esperanzas, to shelter hope. Thomas may have been working hard not to believe the disciples' story, so to shelter his hope. Hope is like love, maybe worse. It has to do with what is not yet, what is unseen, an architecture of dreams. If Thomas hoped to see Jesus again, and it turned out to be a hoax, what then?

Nora Gallagher, Practicing Resurrection