Today my boy had a minor little surgery to remove an infected cyst from his neck. It was only a three-inch incision, but it’s right there on the part of the neck where everyone can see it. He looks like Frankenstein with his bolts under construction. I tell him, “I’m sorry about that. Sorry it had to be so visible.”
“It’s okay. Scars tell stories.” He replied.
What? Who is this kid? Why is he speaking wisdom into my life?
Yes, scars tell stories.
So why do we all try to hide the scars?
It reminds me of Jesus, that is when he meets up with Thomas. Thomas has heard all the stories about resurrection; it’s not enough for him, he needs to personally experience this raised-to-life Jesus, including the ‘mark’ of the nails in his hands. Yep, he needs to listen to the story of the scar. We know, that’s exactly the proof that Jesus gave Thomas that in fact it was all true.
It was the wound that led to worship, “My Lord and My God!” (John 20:28). The testimony of the scar brought Thomas from doubting into believing.
John goes on to say, “Jesus performed many other signs in the presence of His disciples that are not written about in this book. But these are written that you may believe Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and be believing you have have life in His name.” (John 20:30-31).
Jesus’ story of resurrection includes the scars. Bold, daring scars that tell the story of God’s profound love. The scars tell the story, not of weakness and defeat, but of power and victory.
Can we be daring enough to let our scars tell a brave, yet beautiful story like that too? Because really, what else would a scar be for?