The quiet mountain backroad provided safe adventure for skateboarders — my grandson included. No traffic. Perfect curves. Gentle slopes. And a great hill near the end of the road where speed increased as the hill lengthened.
Jamison worked his skateboard magic along this road often.
One day the magic was interrupted.
Nearing the end of the big hill, Jamison encountered gravel that had washed from a driveway during a recent rain. He didn’t anticipate the hazard and wiped out at full speed. Flesh careened across gravel and pavement. Knees, belly, and face displayed evidence of the angry encounter.
He gradually healed, but the scars remain.
And the scars tell his story, especially the part where he picked himself up, overcame his fear, and conquered that hill once again.
Jesus had scars. In fact, after His crucifixion and resurrection, it was His scars that caused the disciples to believe that He was really Jesus — the Resurrected Lord.
So when it was evening on that same day, the first day of the week, though the disciples were [meeting] behind barred doors for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them, and said, “Peace to you.”After He said this, He showed them His hands and His side. When the disciples saw the Lord, they were filled with great joy. ~ John 20:19-20
Imagine! Jesus had scars that told His story and caused the disciples to believe — especially Thomas who said “Unless I see in His hands the marks of the nails, and put my finger into the nail prints, and put my hand into His side, I will never believe.”
The scars gave tangible evidence that the Lord had done what He said He would do.
The truth could not be denied.
I have scars too — some physical, many emotional from great loss and heartbreak. They tell my story, especially the emotional wounds which have felt the healing touch of the Master’s hand.
My scars help others believe.
Yours help others believe too …
When we are willing to share them as a testimony to our story.
But I also think our scars help us believe too!
In those moments of doubt or confusion, our scars serve as milestones of God’s faithfulness. When we consider the pain that caused the scar, and the grace that healed the wound, we remember once again that our God is amazing in His love and He does what He says He will do.
There is no pain so deep that God cannot heal.
What a story of hope we have been given.
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Sweet blessings to you,