There’s this boy.

You don’t know him.

But if you saw him, your eyes would immediately be drawn to the scars on his face and hands. Maybe you would look away. Maybe you would stare in morbid fascination. Because it would be obvious that he had been burned. Badly. Maybe you would wonder how it happened. Maybe you would think it was none of your business. Either way, if you knew his story, the reason for his scars, how, in a moment of desperation, he poured gasoline over his head and body, then took a lighter, and flicked it. How the lighter didn’t catch the first time. Or the second. How it took many times for it to catch. Time enough for someone to see him and put the fire out.
Would it change the way you thought about him?

But you know what?

He has another story.

A story about a man that redeemed him. That saved him. That brought him from death to life. That healed his heart, and will one day, heal his body. That is teaching him how to love not only those around him, but also himself.

He has scars too.

Scars that are our healing. My life. Your life. Scars that were made from blows, beatings, whippings, and piercings that were intended for you and for me. But He took that punishment. He took it.
So we could be free.
So we could have resurrection life.
So we could have a story.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.” –Is.53:5

Jesus Christ did not come into this world to make bad people good; He came into this world to make dead people live.  –Lee Strobel

There is nothing that can separate us from the love of God. Nothing. The reason why the resurrection is the cornerstone of our faith is because it is the very thing that frees us from our sins. It guarantees eternal life. And Jesus is the only one who can satisfy the desires of our soul. The only one. Because He is the only one who has conquered death.

Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”  -John 11:25,26

Do you?

He did. The boy. The one with the scars.
He believed in the man that died for him. That resurrected from the grave. That will one day meet him in heaven where he will have no scars. Inside or out.
But we all have scars of our own, don’t we? Seen and unseen.
Our stories are all different. And it doesn’t matter what kind of life you’ve had. It doesn’t matter what has happened or not happened in your life. What does matter is that we all have the same redeemer. The same Savior. The same healer.

The question now becomes, have you let the resurrected One heal your scars?
And if you have, what are you going to do about it?


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