I used to love the Doubting Thomas story.
To me, it was always a microcosm of us. We're all followers of Christ who go through periods of varying degrees of understanding - who eventually become passionate believers through the Resurrection.
Then one day I saw something in that story that made me very sad.
First, Jesus shows the eleven "his hands and sides". Then, later, when Thomas arrives, he says "Put your finger here and see my hands".
This, of course, is meant to convince them that He was the same One who was nailed to the cross just days ago.
But can't we look at that same image, and imagine God saying "Look at what you did. I came down from Heaven to live among you, and you pierced me"? I mean, wouldn't the storybook version of the resurrected God have Him look pristine and whole?
Think about that.
God came here to live with us - which is unfathomable in its own right - and we thanked Him by putting nails into His hands.
Who does that???
Answer: we do.
And by the way, how sad is it that it is these holes that finally help the Apostles (and us) believe. Not some glorious piece of evidence, mind you, but icons of the suffering we put Him through.
Yes, Christ showed us his scars so that the twelve, and eventually all of us, all may believe. But for me it is also a very sad reminder of what our sins did to Him.
God Bless you.