In the resurrection, when we all get new bodies, I wonder if we’ll get to choose which of our scars we can keep. Some of our scars are the result of raving stupidity on our part. But some are the noblest trophy we could retain: marks borne of heroism, service, self-sacrifice, or even persecution for The Name.
Surely the Lamb Forever Slain will bear scars on his body. Scars that tell the tale of how he won our freedom. Don’t we all wish to see? (Or maybe we’d rather not.)
Maybe the scars we will to keep are the stuff of which our crowns will be made. If we’re able to keep certain scars, scars for which we are proud, I think we’ll be tossing those at Jesus’ feet. I think we’ll realize that, only through him, do we achieve that which merits honor and praise.
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