This subject has been on my heart for some time and with the coming of Easter and the celebration of our resurrected Lord I decided now was the time to share my thoughts about scars. Sacred Scars. Jesus’ scars in his hands, feet and side. This Easter I have reflected that in Jesus’ glory of his resurrection he still chose to bear the wounds of the crucifixion. We know this when he appears to the twelve in John Chapter 20, when Jesus says 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.” 28Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” 29Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”
As the Messiah, the Son of God who did numerous miracles for the lame to walk, the blind to see and the dead to live again, Jesus could most assuredly have healed his wounds in his resurrected body. After all he was God and with God all things are possible. So I began to reflect on why did he keep them? Why didn’t the resurrection remove the brutality of the cross? I’ve always thought that I wanted to be young, without wrinkles, blemish and of course thin in my resurrected body! But not our Savior. His resurrected body was with the wounds……with…..the….. wounds. The wounds are a constant reminder of his pain and suffering. Why? Why the scars? And here is what God has placed on my heart as I have reflected on this:
Julie, my scars are a reminder that I am with you in all things, especially the dark, dark days of grief, loss, and whatever life brings. My scars are a visible reminder of how much I love you. And I am going to use your scars for my good. Be patient my daughter……
The risen Christ with wounds in his hands, feet and side remind me when we suffer so did our God; when we cry out in pain, so did our God. When we feel at the darkest hours in our life where is God? I remember that Christ hung on a cross and yelled for you and me, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” You see, I don’t have a God who stands at a distance but rather one who entered fully into the reality of my pain. So when I suffer, I know that Christ says, “I’ve been there, and I have the wounds to prove it.” I am so very thankful for that this Easter season and to have a Savior that has scars.
I’ve also learned that the pain and the wounds are a necessary part of the journey to new life just as they were for Jesus in his resurrected body. The scars impact us in such a profound way that they have changed us forever to never be the person that we once were. My scars will remain. I no longer want them to go away. The scar tissue continues to heal and cover them, but they are forever a part of who I am and who Christ will help me become because of them. To many other bereaved that walk this path, be encouraged! Our risen Christ chose to keep his scars! His scars are our HOPE! So, let us never forget the One, who took the fall for us, who suffered on the cross, who was crucified, died, and yet who rose again…..with his scars. He also knows our pain, and his scars are scars of hope for us.
In Revelation, John also describes Jesus in heaven with his scars. I love that image. The King of glory displays his scars for all to see and one day I will look forward to seeing those scars and falling at the feet of the one who healed mine.
The resurrection is our hope…..but this Easter season I am asked to remember the scars. May your scars draw you ever closer to the one that knows your pain and chose to keep his visible for all to see.
One of my favorite hymns is “Nothing but the Blood”. It has been on my heart……so I close with this great hymn.