April 2, 2015
The Beauty of the Scars
“After He said this, He showed them his hands and side. The disciples were overjoyed when they saw the Lord” (John 20:20 NIV).
Friend to Friend
It was just a few days after Easter, and I was reading about the resurrection of Jesus in the Gospel of John chapter twenty. I had read the story many times prior, but this time God opened my eyes to see something I had never noticed before.
In my mind’s eye, I saw the pre-morning mist hovering over the garden surrounding the tomb where Jesus’ body had been laid three days earlier. There among the dew stood Mary Magdalene, deep in sorrow and mourning over the death of her beloved Jesus.
But then…Mary hesitates…blinks, trying to readjust her eyes…and discovers the unthinkable. The heavy stone had been rolled away from the entrance to Jesus’ grave.
How could this be?Mary thought to herself. Who would have stolen His body?
She knelt at the opening of the empty tomb with her hands covering her tearful eyes.
“Woman, why are you crying?” the angels asked.
“They have taken my Master,” Mary replied through her tears. “I don’t know where they have taken Him.”
Hearing a rustling in the myrtle bushes behind her, Mary turned her head. There appeared another figure as if in a dream. It was Jesus, but Mary didn’t recognize or expect Him.
Jesus echoed the angels. “Woman, why are you weeping?”
Mary thought the man was the gardener. Oh, she was not mistaken. He was The Master Gardener.
“Sir,” she whimpered, “if you know where they have taken Jesus, would you please tell me so that I can take care of Him?”
Then Jesus whispered one simple word: “Mary.”
At the sound of her name, Mary recognized the Lord.
After a brief conversation, Mary raced back to the disciples. “I have seen Him!” she proclaimed. “I have seen Him!”
“Who?” they asked in confused unison.
“I have seen Jesus! He is alive!”
Later that day, as the disillusioned band huddled in their hiding place, Jesus appeared in their midst. He didn’t knock. He didn’t open the door. He simply appeared.
“Peace be with you,” Jesus said.
But the disciples didn’t recognize Him. He looked like Jesus, talked like Jesus, but how…how could it be?
In order to convince the disciples that He was indeed the risen Christ, Jesus made a simple gesture. He held out His hands and revealed the nail-pierced hands. Then He lifted up his tunic to reveal the scar in His sword-pierced side.
It was then…that they believed.
As I read these verses, God played and replayed the frames in my mind’s eye, but it was the final scene that captured my attention.
He showed them His hands and side.
Oh God, I prayed, they didn’t recognize Jesus until He showed them His scars.
Yes, my child,He seemed to say, this is what I wanted you to see. They did not recognize Jesus until He showed them His scars, and this is how others still recognize Him today…when men and women who have experienced the healing of past wounds are not ashamed to show their scars to a hurting world.
Jesus did not have to retain the scars of the crucifixion on His resurrected body. He could have returned without them. After all, He is the one who put new flesh on the hands and feet of the lepers. But He chose to keep the scars, I believe, because they were precious to Him…that’s how others would recognize who He was.
That is still the way people recognize Jesus today, when we are not ashamed to show the scars in our own lives. When we reveal the wounds that are now healed, and tell others about the Healer who made it possible.
Dear God, thank You that Jesus kept His scars when He rose from the dead. I pray that I will not be ashamed of my scars, but that people will recognize the Healer in my life through my story.
In Jesus’ Name,
Now It’s Your Turn
Why do you think Jesus kept His scars when He returned from the grave?
What do you think of when you look at the scars on your own body? What comes to mind?
How can you use the scars in your own life (the ones that are in your soul) to bring glory to God?
Are you thankful for Jesus’ scars? If so, click here to get to my Facebook page and leave a comment that says, “I am thankful for Jesus’ scars today!”
More from the Girlfriends
Did you know that your scars are beautiful to God? He longs to turn your hurt into hope, your pain into purpose, and your messes into ministry. Don’t waste your sorrows! Allow God to use what you have gone through to be a blessing to others. To learn more, see my book, Your Scars are Beautiful to God: Finding Peace and Purpose in the Hurts of Your Past. It also includes a study guide for those who want to dig deeper into God’s Word. And for you married gals, I’d love for you to hop over and join us at the new Praying Wives Club at www.Facebook.com/ThePrayingWivesClub.
Girlfriends in God
P.O. Box 1311
Huntersville, NC 28070
Originally published Thursday, 02 April 2015.