If you look
closely at my right hand on the knuckles you will notice a significant L-shaped
scar. The story I love to tell about how
I got this scar is it came about when I got into a fight in a bar one
night. This was before I was a follower
of Jesus and my usual ending to the story is “And you should have seen the
other guy!” Of course, when I tell this
story it gets all kinds of wide-eyed looks.
Until I confess it is a total fabrication. The real story is much less…sensational.
When I was
young I had 26 warts and a bunch of them were on the back of my right
hand. This was before doctors understood
that this indeed was one of those times where the best advice was to “rub some
dirt on it.” Or, at the least put some
duct tape on it and they would go away.
Instead, one day I had the warts on my hand cut off and then burnt to
cauterize them. (I can still smell that
smell!) My Dad said I was very brave –
didn’t cry at all. The rest of the warts
just disappeared after that.
The result
of the treatment was a scar that still helps me remember which hand is my right
one and gives me opportunity to tell a pretty good sensational lie about how it
got there. That is the real story.
Scars make
for good stories. Everyone has a scar
story they love to tell. The scar is a
reminder you were injured and proof you survived. They don’t go away – just a constant reminder
that something went sideways.
There are
many scars we have that people can’t see.
They are the scars on our heart and soul, wounds as real and deep as the
tearing of our flesh that left the external scar. They don’t go away either – a constant
reminder you were injured and you are still alive.
In John
20:24-29 there is a curious story about Jesus proving who he is to Thomas by
showing him the scars in his hands, feet and side. Thomas was convinced when he saw the scars of
Jesus. The thing I find curious is the
resurrected body of Jesus that had been healed of death and the brutality of
his suffering still had these scars. The
scars defined Jesus and identified Jesus.
It seems like they are with him for eternity yet they don’t make him
imperfect – they seem to add to his perfection.
I recently
reflected on some of my soul scars as I walked with people I love and care
for. They all had something to do with
death – death of a dream or the physical death of a person. Often, the two deaths were connected. What had been hoped for down here was taken
when they passed from this life to the next.
The stories
that go with these scars are rarely shared and usually only with those we are
most intimate with. They are too deep,
too painful these stories. They are
sacred and precious, not to be wasted. Like
the scars of Jesus, we are shaped and identified by these scars. But Jesus wants us to be defined by his scars
not ours. The scars of Jesus are the
promise of ultimate healing, ultimate restoration. The scars of Jesus tell us death does not
win. Jesus wins. Let Jesus redeem your scars. It is the greatest story that can be told.
Peace and grace,
David
“Then,
when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die,
this Scripture will be fulfilled: “Death is swallowed up in victory. O death,
where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” For sin is the sting that
results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us
victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. So, my dear brothers
and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the
Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.” (1
Corinthians 15:54–58, NLT)