It’s been an unusual summer for our family – one daughter moving back home after graduation, another getting ready to leave for college and the third working at a camp in Alabama. Then we tossed into the mix two more recent college graduates creating a very full house (I’ve suggested putting Greek letters over the front door and creating a sorority). One of the impacts has been less time for reflection and blogging – but summer is nearing a close and I am writing again.
It’s also been a summer in which is seems that the lives of so many of our closest friends (all across the country) are in turmoil. Words such as cancer, death, adultery, affair, unemployment, addiction, rape, drugs and depression have been a part of far too many conversations. God continues to write stories of restoration and redemption but it seems as if too many of the people we love are in seasons of too many wounds.
Many of those wounds are leaving scars.
And I’m reminded that God has scars.
After His resurrection, when Jesus appeared to His disciples
He showed them His hands and feet
Luke 20: 40
In John’s revelation of heaven he describes the Lamb as:
looking as if it had been slain…
Revelation 5: 6
Our God has scars.
I can engage in theological debate on the persistence of evil. I can find encouragement in the promise of a future glory that far surpasses our present suffering. I can even understand how trials develop perseverance that leads to completeness. I don’t have a lot of easy answers for cancer, death, adultery, affairs, unemployment, addiction, rape, drugs, depression, wounds and scars.
But I know that our God has scars too – and for today, that’s more than enough.