Just Thinking

I met with a group of guys this morning at a Starbucks in McKinney. This was our first meeting, with many more to come hopefully. Like any of the other first time meetings, this one was spent with us getting to know one another. So, today, I had the opportunity to listen to the story of one of the guys. He told us about a time that he came near to death after getting stabbed 8 times. As he was telling the story, I looked down at his right arm and noticed a huge scar. He explained how the wound that preceded the scar was so wide that the doctors couldn't even sew it together initially. They had to let it heal some before they could repair it. Now, there is no wound, only a scar. His wound has healed.

Thinking of his scar, reminds me of my own. I have scars like this guy. However, mine aren't visible. I've got huge scars where deep emotional wounds USED to be. The truth is that these wounds aren't there anymore. They are scars. A scar is not a reminder of the wound. It really is a reminder of healing. You see my wounds have been healed. The scars tell the story of how I've been healed. Yes, the wound is a part of this healing process, but the wounds are gone. They have been healed. I've got scars to remind me of this healing.

I'm reminded also of the Savior whose wounds were both physical and emotional. His wounds like my new friend's and mine were deep. The shouts of the crowds, the betrayal by those whom He loved, wounded Him deeply. The nails pierced his body completely. He knows my friend's pain. He knows my pain. He knows your pain. However, the Truth is that He's no longer wounded. You can no longer see His wounds anymore. He's been healed, so that you and I can be healed. How do I know this?

He's got scars.