The ScarFinder’s question …

November 28, 2017

“Having said this, he showed them his hands and his side. So the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord.” John 20:20 Christian Standard

The ScarFinder arrived without announcement. He had heard the prayers, formed without words, shaped with sighs and those long tired exhales of weariness and patched-up fragments of faith. Suddenly she saw for the first time, “Are you really…?” but before she could finish he said; “Yes, I AM.” “But how? It’s not possible”. The ScarFinder let a couple seconds of eternity fall and replied; “You’re seeing me through your heart. That’s where a different type of seeing is formed out of your scars. When you trade your scars for mine, you begin to see this world through your Father’s eyes. Your scars may not be visible, but your story will open other hearts.  In a moment, I will be gone .. at least in your eyes .. but you’ll see me from now on.”  That’s where she met the ScarFinder. His invitation was as gracious as it was gentle. Would she trade her scar for His? No expectations demanded. No explanations needed. It was barely detectable, but the small tear forming in the corner of her eyes said it all. All the years .. the pain .. anger ..  hurt .. blame .. self-hate  .. broken relationships .. counterfeit couplings .. desperation and defensiveness .. all melted away. She would later describe it as what love feels like when all your defenses come down, your fists unclench,  and indefatigable love pours over the raw places. It was unbearable for only a moment because new life was forming under that scar. The scar that remained no longer defined her. All the fear, shame, and denial made powerless by His scars. There were so many questions .. thoughts .. but words would not form. It was if her heart was so full she hadn’t learned this new language. But when she looked at him, his face summed up everything. She wasn’t sure how she knew,  but she knew that it wasn’t up to her to make life work any longer. She looked up and the ScarFinder was gone, just like he said. Instead of panic, there was a peace she had never known possible. She understood what he said .. and now she could see. She could begin to live and love … maybe for the first time in her life. The ScarFinder had other appointments. It only takes a moment …

Ken Chester: Grace-Gripped is sent to Scattered-Scarred Followers of Jesus (Notes from the ScarFinder)

 

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About Ken Chester

I love seeing Christ become alive and real in someone's life. It is amazing what happens when Jesus moves in and starts to renovate a life. When I'm not riding my road bike, I am usually walking our corgi named Trinity (she came that way) and corgi-lab named Lowrider. Carolyn and I are transforming our backyard. And a book is on the way. ...Stay tuned ... Ken
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