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Thomas, Longinus and The Holy Lance

Thomas, Longinus and The Holy Lance

Seeing is believing

A few weeks ago I was in Rome. In the church of Santa Croce in Gerusalemme, my travel companion and I saw an altarpiece with the apostle Thomas, about to touch the wound in Christ’s side. Thomas simply could not believe that someone — Christ, that is — had risen from the dead. Thomas had to see and feel that the person in front of him was real and alive, that this truly was Christ risen! Thomas was doubting.

Rome, Basilica di Santa Croce in Gerusalemme: Saint Thomas the Apostle puts his finger into Christ’s body. Painted by Giuseppe Passeri (1654 – 1714)

We discussed the whole story and wondered what the message was to viewers across the centuries. And then my friend, who has a more Buddhist background, said: “It’s human to doubt!” And yes, that is exactly what it is. Doubting is allowed, and even healthy when such an unbelievable event as a resurrection is happening right in front of you.

The Basilica of Santa Croce in Gerusalemme contains a chapel dedicated to Saint Thomas the Apostle, the first chapel on the left when entering, with the altarpiece painted by Giuseppe Passeri (1654 – 1714) depicting Thomas inserting his finger into Christ’s side. What makes this chapel even more remarkable is its connection to the nearby Chapel of Relics, which houses a bone of an index finger, believed to be the very finger of Saint Thomas that he placed into Christ’s side. The church literally preserves the finger that doubted.

Let’s dive a bit deeper into the story of the Doubting Thomas and his Incredulity. It is a story held together by a single wound — made by a lance, displayed at the Resurrection, and touched by Thomas’ finger. We will follow this thread through four chapters:

The Crucifixion and Longinus

Let’s start with the wound in Christ’s side; how did it get there? It happened during the Crucifixion of Christ, on the hill Golgotha, just outside Jerusalem. When the soldiers inspected the three crucified ones, it seemed that Jesus was already dead. To make absolutely certain, one of the soldiers pierced his side with a lance. That soldier was Longinus.

Anthony van Dyck’s monumental Le Coup de Lance (The Lance Thrust) from the KMSKA in Antwerp (1620) and Jan Provoost’s dramatic Crucifixion from the Groeningemuseum in Bruges (c.1503) show the moment of the lance thrust itself, Longinus driving his spear into Christ’s side in the presence of the crowd at Golgotha.

There is a wonderful detail in Van Dyck’s painting that cannot go unnoticed. At the foot of the cross, a woman — Mary Magdalene — is pleading with Longinus not to pierce the body of Christ. “Stop, please don’t do that!” she seems to say, her hands raised in desperate appeal. She knows Christ is already dead, and that this Coup de Lance will be an unnecessary mutilation of his body.

The name Longinus does not appear in the Bible itself. John’s Gospel (19:34) simply speaks of “one of the soldiers.” His name comes from later tradition, most likely derived from the Greek word λόγχη (longche) meaning lance or spear. The story is then richly elaborated in the Golden Legend (Legenda Aurea) by Jacobus de Voragine (c.1260), the great medieval encyclopedia of saints’ lives that was probably the most widely read book in Europe after the Bible itself, and that was the primary source for painters and illuminators for centuries.

According to the Golden Legend, Longinus suffered from a serious eye disease and had very poor sight. As he drove the lance into Christ’s side, blood ran down the shaft and onto his hands. When he raised his hands to his eyes, the blood touched them — and his sight was miraculously restored. At that very moment, Longinus saw clearly, in every sense of the word. He saw the man he had just pierced. He saw who that man truly was. And he believed.

Longinus is the first person to experience what we might call empirical faith; faith arrived at through direct, physical, sensory contact with Christ’s wound. His story is an extraordinary “seeing is believing” story in the most literal sense imaginable: he was blind, and then he saw. And in seeing, he believed.

Many scholars and theologians have suggested that Longinus is one and the same as the soldier described in the Gospels of Matthew (27:54) and Mark (15:39), who, standing at the foot of the cross, declared: “Truly this man was the Son of God.” Whether or not this identification is correct, Matthew and Mark share the same moment of conversion: a Roman soldier, a representative of the imperial power that crucified Christ, suddenly and irrevocably transformed into a believer.

The eye-healing miracle is vividly depicted in two works in this section. The illumination above from the manuscript Tratados Varios (1432) in the Biblioteca Nacional de España in Madrid shows the blood splashing directly into Longinus’ eye in a startlingly literal way. Medieval illuminators had no hesitation in depicting the miraculous with absolute clarity. Simone Martini’s exquisite small panel Le Coup de Lance (c.1325), part of the Orsini Polyptych and now also in the KMSKA in Antwerp, shows the same moment, see hereunder.

A detail that is almost impossible to notice at first glance — I only discovered it when visiting the KMSKA in Antwerp and studying this tiny panel up close. The figure with the red-sleeved arm, standing directly behind Longinus, is guiding Longinus’ hand as he strikes Christ’s side. As if Simone Martini wants to make it absolutely clear: Longinus has such poor eyesight that he cannot even aim the lance without help. This detail, combined with the blood that subsequently runs down the shaft of the lance and splashes into Longinus’ eyes — restoring his sight in that very moment — makes the miracle of seeing again even more dramatic and moving. So much story packed into such a tiny panel.

Longinus left the army, was baptised, and according to tradition became a monk in Cappadocia in present-day Turkey, where he was eventually martyred. He is venerated as a saint in both the Catholic and Orthodox churches, his feast day celebrated on March 15th.

We close this section with Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s colossal marble statue of Saint Longinus (c.1630), standing nearly four and a half metres tall in the crossing of St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican. 

Bernini shows Longinus at the very moment of his conversion — arms flung wide, head thrown back and looking up, his whole body an expression of overwhelming revelation. In his hand the lance. He no longer needs it. He has already seen.

The Resurrection

Let us pause for a moment and consider what actually happened here, or what the Gospel tells us happened. A man was crucified, died on the cross, was taken down and laid in a sealed tomb. Three days later, that same man walked out of the tomb, alive. This is not a minor miracle. This is an extraordinary and frankly (almost) unbelievable event. A resurrection from the dead; life conquering death. It defies everything we know about the human body and the natural world. And yet, this is precisely what the disciples were asked to believe. But Thomas had his doubts.

But before we get to Thomas, let us look at the man who walked out of that tomb. Because if we trust the painters, Christ did not stumble out pale and exhausted. He emerged triumphant — looking, frankly, magnificent. Strong, athletic, radiant. More sport-star than returning corpse.

Piero della Francesca’s Resurrection (1463) in Sansepolcro is perhaps the most powerful image of the risen Christ ever made. One foot planted on the tomb, banner of victory in hand, his gaze direct and unflinching. And there at his feet, the Roman soldiers posted to guard the tomb are fast asleep. The power of Rome, the same imperial power that crucified Christ and sent Longinus with his lance, is dozing at the feet of the risen Lord. Death has failed. Life has won.

Look carefully at Piero’s Christ and you will see the wound in his side — the same wound that Longinus made with his lance, the same wound that will shortly become the centre of Thomas’ doubt and faith. It is still there, on the body of the risen Christ. He carries it with him out of the tomb. The wound is not erased by the Resurrection; it remains, visible and real, as if to say: yes, this happened. This body suffered. And yet here I stand.

The Incredulity of Thomas

Before we get to Thomas himself, let us look at what happened just before his famous moment of doubt. After the Resurrection, Christ appeared to his disciples, saying “Peace be with you” (John 20:19). He showed them his hands with the holes caused by the nails from the Crucifixion. They saw. They believed. They were overjoyed. But Thomas was absent. He missed it. And when the others told him what they had seen, Thomas refused to believe them. Thomas, being Thomas, was not prepared simply to take their word for it.

Rubens captures this earlier moment beautifully in the central panel of the Rockox Triptych (c.1614), now in the KMSKA or Royal Museum of Fine Arts in Antwerp. Christ appears before three astonished disciples — most likely Peter, John and James, Christ’s three closest followers, who witnessed several of his miracles as well as his Resurrection. They see. They believe. No further evidence required.

Notice what Rubens has deliberately left out: the wound in Christ’s side is not shown. There is no finger in the wound, no moment of physical verification. These three disciples need none of that. They are the easy believers; one look at the risen Christ is enough. Faith comes naturally and immediately to them.

But Thomas had his doubts.

Thomas is a very different kind of person from Peter, John and James. Where they believe instinctively, Thomas needs evidence. He is not weak or faithless, he is rational. He is, in a sense, the first sceptic and enlightened thinker, a man who refuses to accept an almost impossible miracle on someone else’s word alone. He wants to see for himself. He wants to touch. He needs empirical proof.

Thomas’ conditions are mentioned in the Gospel of John (20:25) with remarkable precision: “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” You could say that Thomas, standing there among his fellow disciples two thousand years ago, was doing something that we today would recognise as entirely reasonable. He was asking for evidence. He was thinking like a scientist.

And then there is Caravaggio. The Incredulity of Thomas (c.1601), now in the Sanssouci Gemäldegalerie in Potsdam, is one of the most shockingly physical paintings in the history of Western art. There is nothing spiritual here, nothing that softens the raw reality of what is happening. Thomas’ finger is inside the wound. Not near it, not touching it — it’s inside it, pressed into the flesh, the skin folding around it. Christ himself guides Thomas’s hand, almost insistently. Two other disciples crane forward to see, their faces creased with astonished concentration. Everyone in this painting needs to see. Everyone needs to know.

Caravaggio strips the scene of all its theological comfort and confronts us with the human fact of Thomas’ doubt. This is not a failure of faith — it is an act of courage. Thomas does what the others could not bring themselves to do. He reaches out. He touches. He needs to know, and he is not ashamed of that need. And in that moment — finger in the wound, flesh meeting flesh — doubt transforms into the most absolute declaration of faith when Thomas said to Him: “My Lord and my God” (John 20:28).

It is worth noting what Christ says to Thomas immediately afterwards: “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed” (John 20:29). These words are sometimes read as a gentle reproach — as if Thomas’s need for evidence was somehow less admirable than the blind faith of the others. But they can equally be read as simply a statement of fact, even a compassionate one. Christ does not refuse Thomas his evidence. He offers his wound willingly, openly, without condition.

Doubting is human. And even Christ, it seems, understands that.

The Holy Lance

And so we arrive at the object itself — or at least, at the object that for centuries has been believed to be the object itself. The lance. The spear. The weapon that made the wound that started this whole story.

We have followed that wound from Golgotha through the Resurrection to Thomas’ outstretched finger. And here it is — or here it claims to be — a 51 centimetre piece of iron and gold in a glass case in the Imperial Treasury, the Kaiserliche Schatzkammer, in Vienna.

The Holy Lance, Kaiserliche Schatzkammer, Vienna.

But here is the thing: Vienna is not the only city with a Holy Lance. There is one in Rome, kept in St. Peter’s Basilica — the very church where Bernini’s Longinus stands with his lance, arms flung wide. There is one in Kraków, in the treasury of Wawel Cathedral. The Cathedral of Etchmiadzin in Armenia also claims to possess the Holy Lance, claimed to be among the oldest. They cannot all be the original. They may none of them be the original.

The Holy Lance, Museum of the Cathedral of Etchmiadzin, Armenia.

And yet. Does it matter? Does the lance in Vienna or the one in Armenia need to be the actual spear that Longinus drove into Christ’s side in order to be meaningful? Perhaps not. Perhaps what matters is not the object itself but what it represents — the wound, the moment of conversion, the chain of seeing and believing that runs from Golgotha through the Resurrection to Thomas’ outstretched finger. For the pilgrims who knelt before it, for the medieval faithful who believed that merely being in its presence conferred protection and courage — the lance worked. It gave strength. It gave hope. It gave meaning in difficult times.

Thomas would have had serious doubts about every single one of them. Thomas would have wanted to touch it, of course. To run his finger along the blade. To feel the metal, the age, the weight of all those centuries of belief and doubt. He would have examined it carefully, raised an eyebrow, and quite possibly remained unconvinced.

Doubt keeps us sharp; as sharp, perhaps, as the tip of a lance. “Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed”, but blessed too, we might add, are those who keep asking questions.

Hagar and her son Ishmael

Hagar and her son Ishmael

Ishmael and Isaac: children of one father.

It took me a few years writing this story about Hagar and her son Ishmael, and about Abraham, Ishmael’s father. And also about Sarah and her son Isaac, who is Ishmael’s half-brother. Ishmael and Isaac: they are children of one father.

It’s not difficult to find paintings on this subject. Many artists over the centuries have taken it up, drawn to the emotional and dramatic interaction between the figures. But I hesitated for a long time, because this story stands at a crossroads between Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. And over time, the story of Isaac and Ishmael as half-brothers – perhaps quarreling, as brothers do – has been used, or even abused, to explain political and religious tensions, especially in the long struggle between Arabs and Jews.

But that is not the story I want to tell. I want to approach it differently, as a story of shared origin. A story of children of one father.

Here are the topics we’ll explore, following the narrative of the Book of Genesis:

Let’s start!

Abraham, Sarah, Hagar, and Ishmael

Let’s begin at the very beginning. With that odd old couple, Abraham and Sarah, both well over a hundred years old, and still no children! But Sarah has an idea!

They had grown old together, and the hope of ever having a child seemed to have faded. In the biblical account, it is Sarah who suggests that Abraham have a child with her young Egyptian maidservant, Hagar. Sarah blamed herself for their childlessness, saying, “The Lord has kept me from having children.” So she offered Hagar to Abraham, hoping to build a family through her. Abraham agreed, and Hagar became pregnant. She gave birth to a son, and they named him Ishmael. Abraham was the father.

A son is promised to Sarah

Then comes the next phase in the story. One day, Abraham and Sarah receive an unexpected visitor: an angel! The story makes it clear that this is a messenger of God, appearing in disguise.

The angel’s message sounds completely unbelievable: Sarah, at her advanced age, will have a son within a year. Abraham is told this directly. And he reacts with a gesture, as we see in Jan Provoost’s painting from the Louvre. Pointing toward his wife as if to say, “Her? At her age?” Sarah, standing in the doorway on the right, overhears it. Her reaction is the most human of all: she laughs. The Hebrew text says she laughs “within herself,” a kind of private chuckle of disbelief. One might say: she laughed out loud. The biblical version of LOL.

The name of the promised child will be Isaac, which fittingly means “he laughs.”

Two brothers: Ishmael and Isaac

Now there are two sons, Ishmael and Isaac. Two brothers, both children of Abraham, but from different mothers. Ishmael, the older, is the son of Hagar, Sarah’s Egyptian servant. Isaac, the younger, is the long-awaited child of Sarah, the mistress of the house.

Though they share a father, their positions could not be more different. One is born of a servant, the other of a free woman. One is firstborn, the other the child of promise.

The story suggests that there was tension between the boys. They were probably like any brothers, playing, teasing, perhaps quarreling? But Sarah becomes concerned. Or perhaps protective. She sees something, maybe rivalry, maybe mischief, and she is not pleased. In some versions, Ishmael is mocking Isaac. In others, it’s more ambiguous. But Sarah is firm. She turns to Abraham and tells him what she wants: send Hagar and Ishmael away.

In the print above, which I use to illustrate this scene, you can see Sarah speaking to Abraham in the foreground, and in the background, the two boys playing, fighting, hard to tell which. But the tension is there.

Abraham sends Hagar and Ishmael away

This next moment in the story has stirred the imagination of many artists. The emotional weight is immense: father and son, torn apart. Hagar, the mother, cast out. And Sarah, determined to protect her own child.

The Bible gives us the core of what happens. Sarah sees the two boys, Isaac and Ishmael, and she turns to Abraham and says, “Get rid of that slave woman and her son. He is not going to share the inheritance with my son, Isaac. I won’t have it.”

Abraham is deeply upset. Ishmael is his son. He does not want to send him away. But he listens, because a voice tells him to. For Abraham that’s the voice of God reassuring him that Isaac is the one through whom the family line will be counted. But God also gives Abraham this promise: “I will make a nation of the descendants of Hagar’s son because he is your son too.” That nation, in Islamic tradition, will be the Arab people. Ishmael is seen as the ancestor of the Arabs, and his role is honored as a founding figure.

So Abraham rises early the next morning. He prepares food, gives Hagar a supply of water, and sends her away with Ishmael. And the two of them wander into the desert.

This moment, the sending away, has become a favorite subject for painters and printmakers. And it is easy to see why. It is a perfect scene to show all the emotions: Abraham’s pain, Hagar’s grief, Ishmael’s innocence, Sarah’s determination. And the stillness of the moment before the wilderness swallows them.

Hagar and Ishmael in the desert

And so, Hagar and her son Ishmael find themselves alone in the desert. When the water runs out, Hagar breaks. In panic she runs up and down between the hills in the desert, all the time the same circle, and no water!

She places the boy in the shade and walks away, just far enough so she doesn’t have to watch him die. She sits down, weeping. Her words are raw: “I don’t want to watch the boy die.” It’s despair in its purest form. But then something shifts. The text in Genesis tells us that God hears the boy’s cries. An angel calls to Hagar — not one she sees, but one she hears: “Hagar, what’s wrong? Do not be afraid! Go to your boy and comfort him, for I will make a great nation from his descendants.”

In that moment, Hagar opens her eyes. And there, suddenly, is a well. Water. Life. She runs to fill her container and gives Ishmael a drink.

Ishmael survives. He grows up in the wilderness. He has many children, and through his line, the people of the Arab deserts trace their ancestry. This moment of despair, transformed by courage and grace, becomes the beginning of a nation.

This story isn’t just one of near-death and rescue — it’s also a story of inner voice, of resilience pushed into action. The Bible says Hagar heard the angel, not saw him. Perhaps the angel was not a visible figure, but a message rising up from within: “Please do not give up, but give it another try. There is still hope.” In Carel Fabritius’ painting, this is shown beautifully — the angel stands behind Hagar. She does not see him. She hears him, as an inner message of encouragement. And that makes all the difference. The image of Hagar in the desert, distraught and fearing for Ishmael’s life, is also an image of hope. This moment symbolizes the resilience and faith that inspire perseverance, even in the darkest times.

Family reunion

There is something deeply moving in how these family ties circle back. According to Arab tradition, Abraham — known as Ibrahim — and his son Ishmael reconciled later in life. Together, they built the Kaaba in Mecca, which became the spiritual heart of Islam. The well Hagar discovered, now called the Zamzam well, still flows near the Kaaba, inside the Great Mosque.

And in the Jewish and Christian traditions, Isaac and Ishmael too found each other again. When Abraham died at the age of 175, it was both his sons, Isaac and Ishmael, who came together to bury him. As it is written in Genesis: “Abraham lived for 175 years, and he died at a ripe old age, having lived a long and satisfying life. He breathed his last and joined his ancestors in death. His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah.”

So perhaps this story, often seen as the origin of division, also carries the seeds of reunion. Two brothers, children of one father!

Bonus: from desert to pilgrimage – Hagar’s legacy in Mecca

To bring the story of Hagar and Ishmael into our present day, we can look to the sacred city of Mecca, where Muslims from around the world travel each year to perform the Hajj, the holy pilgrimage. This city of 2.5 million inhabitants, visited by more than 20 million pilgrims annually, was built on the site in the desert where Hagar found water for Ishmael, named as the Zamzam well.

Great Mosque of Mecca (Masjid al-Haram).

Today, the Great Mosque of Mecca, the Masjid al-Haram, stands on this sacred ground. It is the most holy site in the Islamic world, and within its walls, several locations are directly tied to the story of Hagar, Ishmael, and Abraham (Ibrahim in the Islamic tradition):

  • The Kaaba — the cuboid-shaped building at the heart of the mosque and the most sacred site in Islam. It is the structure that, according to tradition, was built or rebuilt by Abraham and Ishmael, together as father and son.
  • The Hijr Ismail — a semicircular area adjacent to the Kaaba that pilgrims are not to walk upon. It marks the site where Abraham constructed a shelter for Hagar and Ishmael.
  • The Zamzam Well — the water source discovered by Hagar after hearing the angel’s message to keep searching. To this day, pilgrims can receive a five-liter bottle of Zamzam water.
  • Safa and Marwa — two small hills now enclosed within a covered passageway. This is where Hagar, in her desperation, ran back and forth seven times in search of water for her child. That journey is reenacted by pilgrims as part of the Hajj ritual.

So the footsteps of Hagar, a woman alone in the desert, a mother desperately searching for life for her son, are still being followed by millions today. Her strength, her voice, her perseverance have become a foundational memory in the faith of Islam.