Scars

536798a70e427.preview-620Yesterday’s newspaper printed pictures of trees in local parks that were seriously scarred by the huge chunks of ice that broke loose on the Maumee River. It will take some time for nature and human helpers to return the land to the way it was. The scars on the trees will probably persist.

When I was a kid, my brother Ken received a cut on his arm. I don’t recall it being that big of a deal – certainly nothing to be worried about. But when it started to heal, he showed it off as his first scar.’ From all the books that he had read, having a scar was an indication of his success in combat.’

Decades have passed since then. I have my own scars of cuts and minor surgeries. Fortunately, I have very few emotional scars to go with them.

Scars always remind us that cuts have healed but left their mark behind. We carry with us these reminders of past experiences. They may be visible but normally don’t hurt.

We don’t get through life without some scars. Contrary to my brother’s belief, scars aren’t necessarily signs of success in combat. The stories behind the scars may be troubling. But that shouldn’t prevent us from going ahead with our lives.

“Then Jesus said to Thomas, Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe.'”

John 20:27

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