Scars are strange.
A scar is a new patch of skin that grows over a wound. It forms when your body heals after a cut, scrape, sore or burn.
I still brag about one received from trying a jump, on my bike, off a Jerry-rigged ramp in my friend’s backyard when I was 13. I wear it like a badge of honor, a tribute to youth’s, (somewhat stupid), adventurous spirit.
Scars are showoffs.
I have others, those for years I tried to cover up and keep from being seen. I didn’t boast about them or exposed them to anybody. Yet, they revealed themselves, through attitudes, in conversations and the way I saw myself. Scar tissue of the soul is not easy on the eyes.
The scar treatment I needed was forgiveness. Redemption had a curious affect on the history of abuse I suffered at my father’s hand. It covered the wound and healed it beautifully… but it left a scar… a beautiful scar.
The new patch of “skin” that grew, reveals His heart and shows off His great restorative power. I am a new creation, one that knows the wound but not the pain it once caused.
That’s a scar I’m proud to show the world.
“Eight days later, his disciples were again in the room. This time Thomas was with them. Jesus came through the locked doors, stood among them, and said, “Peace to you.” (27) Then he focused his attention on Thomas. “Take your finger and examine my hands. Take your hand and stick it in my side. Don’t be unbelieving. Believe.” John 20:26-27 TM
Jesus had no issue with His scars…he invited touch, examination and opportunity to believe. I want that same heart…I want my scars to point to Jesus.
How about you? Are there wounds you need healing from?
How can I pray for you?
My pastor and I are doing a sermon series on Total Forgiveness. We’ll soon have a link on our website to listen to all of them. In the meanwhile, If you want to listen to my latest sermon on Forgiveness, just click on the picture.