Scars. They range from the result of long-forgotten childhood adventures, through to severe accident/surgical/self-imposed occurences. Signposts to events that have happened. Hinting only at the pain, frustration and myriad of emotion that has probably been experienced, in differing degrees. Then there are the emotional scars. Perhaps not always visible, but they can be severely crippling.
And then there are Jesus’ scars.
I sat a couple of weeks ago, on the shore of a lake, watching the stillness. Escaping the heat, and drinking in the late afternoon sun. As I sat, I was contemplating believing in Jesus. I thought of His scars on His hands, feet and side. Those scars are powerful. They were for us. For our life, our freedom, our salvation, our healing.
And I thought of Thomas. One of the twelve disciples that had been with Him. He had heard Jesus had come back to life, but couldn’t believe it until he had seen Jesus’ scars. Usually we think of Thomas as the doubter. The one who we don’t want to be like. The one who lacked faith. But in his doubt he reached out in the best direction. To see Jesus and to see His scars. And Jesus met him and directed him:
Then He said to Thomas, “Reach here with your finger, and see My hands; and reach here your hand and put it into My side; and do not be unbelieving, but believing. John 20:27
How powerful are those scars. To reach and touch them – to see His salvation. To meet Him at the place of His wounds is a powerful place to be.
Because of those wounds, He brings healing to our scars. Physical healing. Where our scars cover disability, infirmity, disease, addiction. Emotional healing. Where we carry scars on our heart, in our mind, in our spirit. No matter the cause, or the degree of pain… He is able to touch them.
His scars did not vanish. But He was victorious over the pain. And over death. As He is victorious over our lives, if we let Him.