The Message of the Scars

 A scar, have you considered this phenomenon? A scar results from a healed wound. It testifies clearly to a wound but even more loudly to a healing. I have multiple scars all over my body, none more obvious than those resulting from multiple heart surgeries. I never look at them without praise welling up within me. Scars speak to me, “Wow, whoopee, we made it!” They are always an occasion for celebration. They testify of the mobilizing of the multiple powers of the body to heal itself, the skill of surgeons and the mercy of God. The point of the scar is stronger than the same tissue before the wound.

 When Thomas missed a vital meeting in which the resurrected Christ appeared to the others, he simply couldn’t believe it all. But when he saw the scars in Jesus’ hands and side, he exclaimed, “My Lord and my God!” Scars turned unbelief into certainty as well as joy. There are no scars on the dead.

 Scars have a testimony. Listen! Scars are visual aids. Look! Scars prompt memories. Think! Scars are entitlements, credentials of valuable experiences of survival and faith.

 God loves scars. They confirm His choice of life and show His ability to sustain it.

 The devil hates scars. They trump his malignant intentions to kill, steal and destroy.

 Look at the scars, feel the bumps on your head and give God to glory. We made it!

 Think about it.