Can you imagine hearing some of your closest friends reminisce about a story you missed out on?
And not just any story.
The story of the resurrection.
Eight days go by.
Eight days of “the doors were locked”
Eight days of “we were so scared”
Of “we couldn’t believe our eyes”
“And he breathed on us”
“and empowered us”
“and sent us”
Eight long days

Where’s my experience with you, Jesus?
Why haven’t you appeared to me?
They say they saw, show me

And eight days later, you appear
Very similar to the other time
the time with all my friends
Except this time with the words
“Touch me. Examine me.”
“See, It’s me, Jesus. I’m real. I’m here.”
with the loving admonition
“Don’t be unbelieving. Believe!”

Eight long days to wonder…
…Where was I?
…What was I even doing then?
…Why not wait until I was there?
…Why not appear to me then?
…This can’t be real.
…They must be making this up!
And then…

Eight days later
You show up
And appear again
to me
calling my name
I’m missing out no more
Jesus has appeared to me

John 20:24-31