I have had the beautiful grace of God to witness my scars bring life to others. I remember the first time I heard Beth Moore share her scars many years ago before she really became well known.  Because of her authenticity I was drawn to Christ. I had never heard this type of talk about God before. It caused me to yearn for Him and long to know Him the way she did.

It would be easy and probably more politically correct in even the Church of today to hide our scars…yet so many are broken and looking for a way to healing.  Our vulnerability is critical with God’s people. Being a minister does not exempt me from heartache and I have promised the Lord all pride would be set aside to tend His sheep. Certainly, there is an appointed time for all things…but when Christ presents an open door that will love someone to health and wholeness, fear not walking through it and showing your scars. It could be what breathes life into a dying soul.

I can see nothing I can equate
To that from which I come
But if you’ll tell me of your scars
I’ll show you too I have some.

For I may need a safer home
To share all I’ve been through
So hide them not from mine own heart
I need them to help me through.

Remove thy mask and pristine smile
Please tell me of your pain
For I need now to understand
Just how Christ made a way.

Not once have I but seen your wound
Have never you had to cry?
Oh surely life has brought some tears
Have you any scars of life?

I need thy hope to point me to
This hope that Christ speaks of
Please tell me how He carried you
And how you felt His love.

Oh, please don’t  hide and never show
That which still resides
Show me thine scars and tell me how
You still are able to rise.

June 27, 2016