Here’s one from Lee. It’s really good! -anita
I read an article recently that brought a reminder rushing back to my mind. The article dealt with the scars in our lives and related our scars to the scars that our Lord Jesus has, even in heaven.
The article author, Rebecca Vandoodewaard, emphasizes that “Scars are beautiful things. God made our bodies to heal, so scars are a triumph of health over injury.” I was pleased that she further explains what she means by “beautiful” here: “While we don’t need to pretend that scars are beautiful in themselves, we can treasure the lessons that they give us. They remind us to be humble.”
I was particularly moved by this article because I have worn a scar from the top of my breastbone down to my belly for some 22 years now, the result of emergency open-heart surgery. After surgery, the first time I stood before a mirror and looked at that scar, I was completely appalled and ashamed of how my body looked. In God’s wonderful care and grace, however, He quickly changed my thinking. Sometime after the surgery, a new thought came to me: the fact that the scar was there – and I could see it and appreciate it – meant that I was still alive. That God had brought me through that dreadful experience. I then wrote a song that I titled Scars Mean There’s Healing.
So I was immediately in tune with the point that Ms. Vandoodewaard was making, upon reading this article. In some sense, yes, a scar is beautiful. And the existence of a scar means that God is at work and is teaching us something: maybe humility, as the author above notes, or maybe patience, self-denial, or contentment. Of course, it might be some time later before these lessons are learned.
My song was based on a passage in Deuteronomy, verse 32:39, which I came upon as God worked to open my eyes concerning the surgery and resulting scar. The passage reads, in part: “…It is I (God) who put to death and give life; I have wounded, and it is I who heal….” This passage totally reformed my thoughts about the surgery and my scar—I learned that all of this was in God’s hands. In some way, I felt that God had taken a personal interest in my life and that it was He who touched me and brought healing. Instead of feeling sorry and ashamed for myself, I became thankful for my scar.
Ms. Vandoodewaard also reminds us that, in heaven, we will have no scars (Eph 5:27). But many people believe that Jesus does have scars still evident, even in heaven. “See My hands and My feet, that it is I Myself; touch Me and see, for a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.” (Luke 26:39) “[Jesus] showed them (the disciples) both His hands and His side.” (John 20:20) It completely makes sense to me that our Lord would still bear the evidence of His great work on the cross; and why shouldn’t He? The cross and the wounds He received are the symbols of His victory over sin and death. The very basis for our justification.
My thinking on this hasn’t changed one bit from when I wrote my song 22 years ago. There’s a line in the song that says, “Jesus has scars and they’re all mine, too.” The lyrical conclusion I reached in that song was this: “I’ve learned that my scars have a beauty you see…For they’re the result of God’s saving me!” My scars constantly remind me of God, while Jesus’ scars remind me of His great love for me and for you. To my mind, that’s a beautiful thought!