"I don’t believe it." I am sure we all remember the words of Victor Meldrew. Constantly he was uttering those words as he was confronted by the latest crisis or confrontation in his life.

I am sure we all find ourselves in situations, we are all told things, that we find difficult to take on board, things we find difficult to accept. Things that seem so far-fetched, so beyond our usual experience, that we cannot contemplate it is really happening. We may say that we would not have believed it if we had not seen it with our own eyes.

Some people are more sceptical than others, much more difficult to convince or persuade. We call them doubting Thomases.

Like so many other well-known terms we use every day, that comes from the Bible. Thomas was one of Jesus’s disciples. In the fourth book in the New Testament, we read an account of an event on the first Easter evening. It speaks of ten of the disciples being in a locked room, yet Jesus appeared among them.

He said to them "peace be with you”, and showed his wounds to them, and they believed. But someone was missing. That someone was Thomas.

A week later Thomas was back with the others and we are told the events of the previous Sunday happened again. Despite being told by the others what had happened, it was only when he saw for himself that Thomas believed.

We live in an age when people want evidence before they believe in something. They want proof before they will accept it to be true. They want to understand and want all the answers but I do not think that is what faith is all about.

It is not about having all the answers, about knowing all things, but is rather about trusting in one who does.

We all can have our questions, just like Thomas. We all have the struggles that he faced, but ultimately it is about accepting we can never fully understand, but being grateful of having one on whom we can depend to be there for us in our questioning, our doubting, who does not condemn us for that but is there to see us through it.