Jesus Spotting

The passage in Luke 24:12 takes on a different meaning for me depending on the translation I look at. When the NIV version says “Peter went away to be alone, wondering what had happened,” that sounds like a struggle between faith and logic. Maybe Peter wondered if Jesus really rose from the dead, or if someone had just moved his body somehow. Other versions make it sound more like Peter was amazed — which would be more like a confirmation of faith.

Either way, this passage reminds me of my own inclination to logically rationalize whatever amazing things happen in life, rather than think of them as miracles. Don’t you wish Jesus would give us first hand evidence as blatant as his empty tomb and cloth to prove the truth of his miraculous existence? Yet, even if he did, I am sure a part of me would question whether he really rose again or if someone just moved his body. They call this stuff “faith” for a reason.

Although I am a constant rationalizer, things in daily life do give me inner confirmation in my belief in Jesus. Here are some personal “empty tomb” type places where I’ve seen glimpses of Jesus, though you might not agree (or even see the relation) in all of them:

in the dying eyes and words of my grandmother
in the shy embrace of young and nervous lovers
in the fight to view all equally and simply love each other
in the smiling face I see when greeted by my daughter
in the search for life beneath the ash of crumbling twin towers
in the blood that pools beneath a fallen soldier
in attempts to feed a baby by a starving mother
in the gay couple that’s crucified for loving one another