If you’ve missed the posts from the past two days, you’ll want to read those first. They’re the prequels, if you will, to this post.
The nurse at the doctor’s office was too paranoid to give advice over the phone, and I wasn’t sure when my last tetanus shot had been, so I ended up at the doctor’s office anyway. That means I could have completely avoided the humbling adventure of asking my co-workers to put a band-aid on my finger. I blame the fact that the blood had rushed away from my head and brain too many times that day, making it difficult to think clearly. (See also: driving while faint)
The doctor said the cut was deep enough for stitches, but he thought stitches would be more painful than they would be beneficial since I had apparently cut a nerve that was now “exposed”. He could not guarantee I would ever get the feeling back in the tip of my finger, but he could assure me that any future hand modeling plans I might have had would need to be reconsidered.
I still can’t feel the tip of my finger, and the nerve has something I can only describe as a “short” in it. That’s the story of the scar on the middle finger of my right hand.
Every scar has a story. In fact, when the disciples told Thomas they had seen the resurrected Jesus, he said he wouldn’t believe it until he touched the scars. It was the scars that would tell him the story of the man who stood before him, the scars that would prove the crucifixion and death of Jesus had been real, and the scars that would ultimately alleviate his doubt. Jesus is not intimidated by our doubt. He invited Thomas to examine the scars and remember the story.
The story of Jesus’ scars are also the story of the gospel. God in flesh was beaten, pierced and stabbed as the physical punishment for all that humanity did wrong, not for anything He did wrong. The Bible says that by His wounds, we are healed. But that was only part of the sacrifice. If we think the physical pain was the only sacrifice, we are mistaken. On the cross, for the first time in eternity, Jesus was separated from His Father and endured His Father’s wrath… for us.
The scars represent more than His death; they also represent the fact that the sacrifice is complete. Scars only appear after a wound has healed. Jesus’ scars also tell the story of Him conquering death. His scars bring us life.