Pastor Cogan

In Defense of Thomas and Friction-Maxxing

John 20:19-31

When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors were locked where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.”

After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”

But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”

A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.” Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples that are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may continue to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.


Everyone seems to be maxxing something these days. If you’ve never heard the word, maxxing means aggressively improving, or maximizing, some part of your life. There are all kinds of maxxing trends on social media. For example, young men are spending a lot of time looksmaxxing - obsessively optimizing their appearance. Then there’s fibermaxxing, fixating on increasing fiber intake for better health. Or Chinamaxxing, adopting traditional Chinese lifestyle habits again for improved health.

None of these sound all that appealing to me—especially the fibermaxxing. But I did read about one maxxing I can get on board with: frictionmaxxing.

Frictionmaxxing is about adding small inconveniences back into your life, because living a frictionless life is all too easy. We can, and often do, avoid the little moments of inconvenience in our lives. One article I read recently put it this way: “Tech companies are succeeding in making us think of life itself as inconvenient and something to be continuously escaping from, [putting ourselves into] digital padded rooms of predictive algorithms and single-tap commands: Reading is boring; talking is awkward; moving is tiring; leaving the house is daunting. Thinking is hard. Interacting with strangers is scary. Risking an unexpected reaction from someone isn’t worth it. Speaking at all — overrated. These are all frictions that we can now eliminate, easily, and we do.”

Once I read this, I saw it everywhere. For instance, have you talked with someone my age or younger on the phone recently? It’s like you’re asking them to eat arsenic. That’s the friction I’m talking about. Why go out to eat and risk running into people you know? You can Uber Eats anything. Don’t know how to respond to a text? Use ChatGPT. Why actually shop for anything when you can have it delivered to your doorstep. It is easier than ever before to go home, lock our doors, and block out the world, and all the risk and all the friction that comes with it.

But that comes at a cost.

We become more fearful of others and what they might do or say. Or worse how they’ll think of us. Then, we become more anxious about simple interactions. And eventually we are depressed from all the fear and anxiety. It is a treacherous cycle.

The disciples are in the midst of that treacherous cycle on the evening of the first Easter, hiding behind locked doors. We’re told the doors are locked because they are afraid… but that doesn’t seem like a credible fear, at least not on the surface.

There’s no evidence anyone was hunting them down. In fact, earlier that day, Mary Magdalene, Peter, and another disciple had already gone to the tomb. If they were going to run into trouble, wouldn’t it have been there? So what are they really afraid of? After all, the disciples are Jews… so who is this “they” they’re afraid of?

What if they’re not just locking the world out, but locking themselves in? What if what they fear is the judgment—the looks, the whispers, the quiet scorn from people who know they got it wrong? The ones who heard them say they would never deny Jesus… and then watched them do exactly that.

And more than that—what if they’re afraid of Jesus himself? What if Mary Magdalene is right? What if he really is alive? And what if he’s coming back, not with peace, but to settle the score? I think what the disciples fear most is the judgment they’ll face—and the possibility of running into Jesus himself. So they lock themselves in.

Can you imagine their shock when Jesus shows up unannounced? Talk about friction. And it’s not shame or revenge he’s after. By greeting them with peace (twice), by showing his wounds, by giving them his spirit, Jesus is saying in ways more compelling than words, I forgive you. He wants to set them free from the fear and anxiety that held them in that locked room, and send them out into the world, “As the father has sent me, so I send you”, ready to forgive the sins of others.

And now what about Thomas in all this?

Thomas doesn’t mind a little friction. Throughout the gospels, he asks the hard questions. He says what he’s thinking. He shows up, even when it’s uncomfortable. So maybe he wasn’t in that room because he wasn’t hiding. Maybe he was out looking for Jesus, unafraid.

And when he hears the others, he says, I want what you’ve experienced. I want to see. I want to touch. He’s willing to risk being wrong. Willing to step into the awkwardness. He wants the friction, literally. And Jesus gives him exactly that, an invitation to touch the wounds and believe.

In fact, I think what Jesus gives all of us is an invitation to friction. All too often, we live behind locked doors, telling ourselves, like the disciples, that we’re blocking the world out, when really we’re locking ourselves in, away from people, away from the judgements they might have about what we do, or say, or believe.

What we’re really doing is locking away our heart, behind the closed doors of screens and apps,

shielding it from the pain of relationships and the judgment of others, but also from the connection and love we need, that our neighbors need, that the whole world needs.

And when we lock our hearts away like that, they don’t become safe. They become hardened—impenetrable even, barely beating at all. The heart of this gospel story is that Jesus finds us in our locked rooms. He speaks a word of peace, setting us free from the anxiety and fear that hide us, and sends us out into the world—into the friction we will face. And that’s what forgiveness is for.

Jesus knows what’s waiting for the disciples out there: people who will judge them, who won’t believe them, who will reject them. They’ll even turn on each other. So when they leave that room, they will need forgiveness. In fact, a life of friction requires it.

That’s the life Jesus led—one of friction—and it’s the life our faith calls us into as well. Stepping out from behind our locked doors. Forming relationships, interacting with strangers, talking with the people around you, thinking for yourself, caring for another person, serving others who are in need.

These may seem like small things—little inconveniences— and they are. But they are essential to the life we know in Jesus Christ, who sends us into the world just as he was sent. Because if we aren’t willing to face the small frictions—the awkwardness, the inconvenience, the risk—we’ll never be ready for the greater call: to love, to accompany, to show mercy, to act justly, to bear one another’s burdens.

Is this risky? A little. We risk being uncomfortable, awkward, even falling behind on our favorite shows.

And if we really do it right, the risks are much greater—just look at Jesus. His wounds came from the greatest source of friction, the greatest inconvenience of all: love. A love so great, he died and rose again, so that we don’t have to live our lives locked away in fear and anxiety.

This week—and throughout this Easter season—let’s frictionmaxx. Stop relying on AI and ChatGPT for all your correspondence. Have a screen-free night in your home. Invite someone new over for dinner. Have friends over when your house isn’t spotless. Say yes to serving in a new way.

Or, if you really want to push it, bake something and show up unannounced at someone’s home—Jesus did.

And when it’s too much—when it’s awkward, or not returned, or just doesn’t go as planned—that’s where grace meets us. We give and receive forgiveness, and we try again.

All of this may sound insignificant. You might be wondering, is this really what Christianity is about—intentionally facing little inconveniences?

No.

But learning to face that friction is one way we resist the lie of a frictionless, heart-hardening life—and take a step toward the full, abundant life Jesus empowers us to live, here and now.

Amen.

Good Friday - Gethsemane Prayers

Mark 14:32-42

They went to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I pray.” He took with him Peter and James and John and began to be distressed and agitated. And he said to them, “My soul is deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and keep awake.”

And going a little farther, he threw himself on the ground and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. He said, “Abba, Father, for you all things are possible; remove this cup from me, yet not what I want but what you want.”

He came and found them sleeping, and he said to Peter, “Simon, are you asleep? Could you not keep awake one hour? Keep awake and pray that you may not come into the time of trial; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

And again he went away and prayed, saying the same words. And once more he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were very heavy, and they did not know what to say to him.

He came a third time and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? Enough! The hour has come; the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Get up, let us be going. Look, my betrayer is at hand.”

Thursdays are the roughest mornings in my household. On Thursdays, Clive, my three-year-old, goes to “school” for four hours. As soon as he wakes up and realizes what day it is, he starts: “I don’t want to go to school. Please don’t make me go. I want to stay here with you.”

The other days of the week he’s spoiled rotten by a mix of grandparents who watch him. So Thursdays have become the hardest day of the week. Who knew playing with friends, eating snacks, going outside for recess, and painting was so tough.

When we pick him up, he gleams about his day and the fun he’s had. But drop-off… that’s another story. A few weeks ago I took him, and the whole car ride he kept saying what he had started earlier that morning: “Please don’t make me go. I don’t want to go. You can take me with you.”

Finally we got into school, walked to his classroom, and said goodbye, or tried to. Clive gripped me tight, saying again, “Please don’t make me do this.” I peeled him off me, told him it would be okay, and left. And as I walked away, he threw himself on the ground like only a toddler can do and wailed.

And I knew he would be fine. The teacher texted later and said he was having a blast within minutes. But as I walked down that hallway, hearing him sob, it hurt my heart. I kept thinking, this is awful. Maybe you’ve experienced this as a parent, hearing your child plead, “please don’t make me do this.” Or maybe you were the child pleading.

Whether you have been the child pleading or the parent walking away, you have stood closer to Gethsemane than you realize.

All throughout Lent we have been listening to prayers from Hebrew Scripture and the people who prayed them. Again and again we discovered that many of those prayers were our prayers too. Prayers we have prayed without realizing it. Prayers we wanted to pray but weren’t sure we were allowed to pray. Tonight is no different.

Because Jesus’ prayer in Gethsemane may be the most relatable, honest, raw, and human prayer in all of scripture.

Up until now, Jesus has never wavered in his journey to Jerusalem. He never hints that he wants things to go another way. And so we begin to imagine a Jesus who isn’t afraid, a Jesus who wants the cross, a Jesus who is somehow different from us. But at Gethsemane we discover something important.

Jesus is afraid. He hopes there is another way. He does not want to die. Because he is human, as human as you and me.

After the meal they shared together and with Judas gone to do what Judas does, Jesus takes the eleven disciples to Gethsemane, which in Mark is more like an olive grove than a garden.

He takes his closest companions, Peter, James, and John, a little further in among the trees.

And something happens to Jesus there.

He begins to shake. He is overwhelmed with sorrow and fear, so much so that he tells his friends, “I am so sad I feel like I could die.” And going a little further, he throws himself on the ground, like a child at drop-off, and he prays: “Father, I know you can change this. Please don’t make me do this.”

It is an honest prayer; probably one Jesus hesitated saying out loud because it meant Jesus still had some hope: hope it won’t happen. Hope there is another way. Hope that my Father will save me, because I don’t want to do this.

And I wonder what it was like for God to hear that prayer. To hear your child begging you to stop what is coming. To hear your beloved pleading with you to save him. I wonder if it hurt God’s heart, infinitely more than mine on that Thursday. I have to believe it did. And I have to believe God’s heart hurts too when we pray this same thing today.

This is the prayer of anyone who has cried out, “Save me.” It’s the prayer of the young couple who finds out for the 10th, 15th, or 20th time that the pregnancy test is negative. It’s the prayer of the cancer survivor driving in for another first round of chemo. It’s the prayer of anyone who has needed friends, desperate for support, for care, only to find them asleep, indifferent to your suffering, leaving you alone while you cry and shake in fear and despair on the ground.

Everyone eventually prays in Gethsemane. In desperation we all say to God, “Please don’t make me do this.” “Please don’t let this happen.” “Please take this away.” And sometimes the cup does not pass. And that is why we need Good Friday.

Because Jesus’ prayer does not end there. He also says, “Yet, not what I want, but what you want.” I don’t want to do this, God. Yet, I trust you. I am scared, God; yet I will do it.

The prayer does not change what is coming. The cup does not pass. But Jesus trusts God anyway. It is the most sacrificial and divine prayer we get in all of scripture, showing us again Jesus is fully God, too. It is a prayer of obedience, yes. But more than that it is a prayer of trust.

Not the kind of trust that says everything happens for a reason or don’t worry God’s got a plan. But the kind of trust that says, even here, even now, against all logic and reason, I will trust. Having said his deepest hope, the secret he didn’t want to utter, sharing his greatest fear, Jesus can now trust God with all that is about to happen.

I don’t lift this nevertheless part up as something to emulate, as if we just need to be obedient like Jesus was. That’s not the good news of this prayer nor this day.

The good news is that this prayer leads Jesus to the cross. Jesus gets up from the ground, walks out of gethsemane, and walks toward suffering, toward abandonment, toward death:

for you, for me, and for everyone who has ever prayed this prayer and the cup didn’t pass. Jesus has stood where we stand. Jesus has prayed what we pray; feared what we fear; and suffered what we suffer.

And because of that, there is no place of suffering we can go where he has not already been. That’s the good news of Good Friday. That on our roughest day, when we throw ourselves to the ground and plead with God to take the cup away, we remember that Jesus has already drunk from it. The cup may not pass. But we are not alone.

Amen.