I wonder how Thomas felt after he confirmed for himself that Christ had, in fact, returned. Ashamed at his lack of faith? Exultant at the presence of the Lord?
Several months back, I had a crisis of faith where I felt that I knew that God wanted me to be a temple worker and I just plain and simple didn't want to. Call it lazy, selfish, or poor in spirit, I just plain didn't want to commit to six hours a week. Every week.
But I did! And I'm so glad I did. I'm the youngest on my shift by probably 30 years, so I'm like a pet to most of the little old ladies who have been doing this for years. My Tuesdays are now really long and sometimes require me to shimmy into a skirt or end a conference call in the temple parking lot, but it is amazing to feel the very real shift from working in the world and working in the house of the Lord. I haven't seen or felt any miracles yet. I don't feel like I've evaded guilt. I just feel... good.