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Every Scar For Him


We all live with the scars we choose. (from Sugarland's "Take Me As I Am")

Folks with tattoos know that their skin tells a story. I don't have tattoos, but I have a lot of scars.

Some of my scars are ridiculously small: a mole removed, a cut from a knife. Then there are the others: my scar on my left arm from a fall from a horse. My scars from endometriosis: right down my belly. Now, scars on my back.

With my fair and tender skin, I form keloids, so my scars are really noticeable. I guess I could get all vain about them, but I chose them. Theses scars tell a story about me.

When Kimberly Hahn (apologist Scott Hahn's wife) had a c-section, she was quite upset about the scar. She told her husband that she thought that, in Heaven, her body would be made "whole" again, without the scars. He said no - you'll still have those scars. They are the story of your commitment to Christ. Just as the Resurrected Christ bore the wounds of His Crucifixion, our bodies (united in Christ) will bear the scars we chose in our lives.

Now, I'm not saying that having scars makes you a Christian. But offering up the suffering involved with each scar does unite us to Christ. Before I had this last surgery, I prayed: "Jesus, in case I forget in my pain, I offer you all my suffering. Unite it with your Sacred Heart. Use it as you will."

In the scheme of things, my suffering isn't much. There are so many people who suffer much in our world. But when we give our pain and our suffering to Christ, it is magnified. It is made magnificent.

“Indeed I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as refuse, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own, based on law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God depends on faith; that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his suffering, becoming like him in his death, that if possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead” (Philippians 3:8-11)

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