Beginning in my childhood, I wondered why Jesus had scars after His resurrection. I had been led to believe our weaknesses, diseases, or disabilities would be perfected on Heaven’s side of eternity. Maybe I was a strange child pondering a theological element that did not coincide with my belief. Into adulthood, I wrestled with what seemed like a huge inconsistency. Jesus died, was resurrected, then why wasn’t His body whole – healed of scars? I was equating complete healing with NO visible scars.
Following the death of my husband, the Holy Spirit put to rest my confusion about the scars of Jesus. His scars prove His identity and validated His story. They are the visible signs of His suffering. Jesus is who He said that He is – the Son of God. He came to redeem and reconcile.
Jesus rose from the dead as He predicted and in so doing glorified the name of the Father. If Jesus returned to the people without scars there would have been more scandalous allegations about who He was. Presumptions of Jesus Christ being an impostor already abounded. Rumors spread of His body being stolen from the grave.
Thomas was filled with doubt, “If I don’t see the mark of the nails in his hands, put my finger into the mark of the nails, and put my hand into his side, I will never believe.” Often, we are like Thomas putting “untils” between ourselves and God.
Wounds and scars are different. A wound is still in the healing process. Whereas, a scar is a mark left following damage of some kind. Often, the pain of the wound is absent from a scar. My scars prove my identity in Christ. They tell a story to bring glory to the Father. I bear the scars of surviving the suicide of my son and the suicide of my husband. That horrendous damage has been redeemed through the power of the Holy Spirit. Love and suffering open us up to the fullness of God – His resurrection.
For Further Study
Review John chapter 20. What scars do you have? Are you refusing to believe, like Thomas, with an “until” fueling doubt? Can you see your scars as beautiful? How will you permit God to use your scars?
Father God, thank You for Your healing powers. You have the love and ability to regenerate life in broken, wounded souls. Make me remember that the scars of Jesus told a story validating who He is. The scars I bear are now a part of my story. My story, as I surrender to Your sovereignty, are a part of Your redemption story. Lord, cause me to steward it well that others may benefit and be pointed to You.
I am a follower of Jesus Christ, grandmother, great-grandmother, foster care parent, and trauma survivor. I enjoy sipping tea, writing devotionals, prayers, short stories, and unburdening my heart to the Lord. Check the About section if you want to read more of my story.
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