A Beautiful Scar

It has been more than two months after the incident. The scar on my forehead is still there. All I remembered was a loud ‘bang’, then I flew for 2 metres and landed face down on the road. Blood was streaming down my forehead, my nose and my knees. I laid motionless for a while. Some quick-thinking passers-by carried me to the roadside. I turned around and saw the stationary bus not too far from me. I realised then I had been hit. The accident took place in Bangkok.

After I flew back to Singapore, I told a non-Christian friend about this. He said I was lucky to be alive. The scar on my forehead reminds me that I am not supposed to live.

Do you have a scar on your body? Some of us hide our scars because they are unsightly. Some scars, however, cannot be hidden and they make us feel ugly. I am not sure if the scar on my forehead will be there for life or it will go away eventually. Scarred for life? I hope not.

John 20:
20 Now when He (Jesus) had said this, He showed them His hands and His side. Then the disciples were glad when they saw the Lord…25 The other disciples therefore said to him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe.”…27. Then He said to Thomas, “Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side.

Jesus, the perfect, unblemished Son of God came down from heaven, a place of unparalleled beauty, lived here 33 years and died an ugly death. The whole crucifixion ordeal left Him scarred for eternity. The spear, the nails, the whip and the thorny crown left permanent marks on His body. Thomas was invited to feel and touch His nail-pierced hand. Jesus was scarred for eternity so that we could be with Him forever and ever.

But those are beautiful scars. They are not ugly at all. Those are evidence of love. They are there forever to remind us of His everlasting love for us.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” (Jeremiah 31:3)

When I look at my forehead now, the scar speaks of God’s love for me and my family.

I could have died in a foreign land. My wife could have lost a husband. My children could have been fatherless. I could have been on a life-support machine for life.

How do I know Jesus loves me and my family? I have a beautiful scar. Do you have one?