Jesus said, “Follow me.” Following a king who served and a savior who died is not easy. It is a difficult way. Change. Sorrow. Uncertainty. We are set to follow a man who lived so long ago that the stones he threw into the Sea of Galilee as a boy have worn to sand. We, as followers of this man, are the still-glowing embers of the distant sunrise that broke on the earth when Jesus broke bread and asked us to remember...

 Thomas put his fingers into holes that had scabbed over. 

There was time between death and resurrection. 

Time of pain and despair and doubt . . . These places of sorrow are places of value, not to be rushed out of. 

(Lingle, Into a Reluctant Sunrise, p. 143–144)