My two-year-old granddaughter had no interest in letting me rest when there was an opportunity to play. Standing at my bedside, she poked my ribs. “Grampa. Me tickles.”
The sleeping giant rose. I wrapped my hands around her as she shrieked with delight. After several rounds of tickling and uncontrollable laughter, she slipped off the side of the bed and crouched on the floor, hiding.
I could see the top of her head, but she couldn’t see me. “Where’s Kaleigh?” I said in a searching tone.
She peeked above the edge.
“Oh, there she is!”
She giggled each time we repeated the process, never guessing I could still see her blonde curls when she disappeared.
This made me wonder if I was sometimes visualizing God like my granddaughter had been seeing me. I might not sense God’s presence or hear a booming voice from the clouds, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fully aware of everything I was doing.
When Thomas saw Jesus, he was commended for believing (John 20:19–29). Not everybody believes when they see. The other disciples didn’t. They thought they were seeing a ghost (Luke 24:36–43). Even the nail prints in his hands weren’t enough to convince them, but they believed when he ate fish before them. Evidently, the fact the ghosts can’t eat food was enough to make them see and believe.
The Pharisees and teachers of the Law were the most highly respected religious leaders in Israel. They had searched the Scriptures and had seen Jesus’ miracles, yet they only saw what they wanted to believe.
If our physical sight and searching of Scripture isn’t always enough for us to believe the truth, what is?