A major turning point for me came when I tied together the way Tyler held out his hands to me and the way Jesus held out his hands to his friends.
Focus on those hands for a minute. See the holes in his hands and remember the giant hole in his side from a well-aimed Roman spear? There’s nothing he could do to make the scars go away because, just like ours, his scars are permanent.
Think about the way he honored his scars.
I’m thinking about “Doubting Thomas.” He told them that he would not believe unless he saw and touched the scars. Because somehow Jesus’ scars are at the Center of his life story.
And my scars are the Center of my life story and I can’t get away from them. I don’t need to tell you that people do not want to look at our scars. And they even encourage us sometimes to hide them, as if Jesus wore gloves for the rest of his natural life.
Jesus had scars like ours: Physical scars. Emotional scars. Mental scars. His scars were the proof of his single-minded Love for the whole world.
Our minds don’t tell us the truth always.
But our scars always do.
They tell us what is most perfect about our body and soul.
There is a story behind every scar that we carry.
Listen to your scars.
Share this freely.