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What to do with your wounds

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November 5, 2018

It was a gorgeous Saturday morning, a few weeks back, and I was on my usual morning run. I was breathing deeply the crisp air and looking up at the brilliant red trees and missed seeing the uneven pavement stone. In less than a second, blood was dripping from both palms, my face hurt where my glasses had twisted against it, and, though I couldn’t see my knee beneath my leggings, I could tell it had felt the blow as well.

We all have wounds. It’s part of living in this creation with uneven pavement stones and dogs that bite and parents and teachers and friends who, like us, have their own wounds.

We can’t escape the wounds. But we can learn how to tend them so that even the most painful of wounds, while not chosen, can be stepping stones leading us into gift.
So how? How do we tend them so they’ll heal rather than fester? How do we care for them so a small problem doesn’t turn into a bigger one?
One thing I know: it doesn’t help to keep picking at them. And it doesn’t help to beat myself up about having them. There’s already enough of me hurting without adding more bruises.
So when the same old wound catches me off-guard and I find myself feeling like a failure, this is the question that helps me most: “I wonder how Jesus sees my wounds?” I may see them as failure, but he doesn’t. He sees them as wounds—something that I didn’t choose (though I can choose now what to do with them)—and something that I can no more heal than I could heal the weeping wounds on my hands after I fell. I can tend them—protect them, keep them clean as best I can—but I can’t make them heal. Only God can do that.
But there’s more. Not only does Jesus see my persistent triggers not as failure but as wounds, he also sees them as a place of connection.
During a recent series of challenging conversations, over and over I sensed the invitation, “Press your wounds into Mine.” The still-tender parts of my palms were a daily reminder of the invitation, and I pictured myself again and again with my palms pressed against Jesus’ palms, my eyes looking into his, into that place where I always find myself seen and known and loved. And somehow, there, the pain decreased. It turns out a lot of the pain of wounds is the loneliness beneath—the fear of failure and the rejection we’re sure will accompany it.
It’s a very intimate act, this pressing of wounds together, this mingling of blood—a bit like young girls who prick their fingers and let their blood mix in an act of declaration that they are now “blood sisters,” something deeper than friends, connected and committed forever. But Jesus is more than a playground friend. This is God who takes on flesh so he can share my blood. This is God who goes much farther than pricking his fingers to let his new-made blood mingle with mine in a symbolic act of security and belonging. No needles here, but nails piercing his wrists, a sword his side. No symbolic act but a real sealing of my security with his life.
His hands still carry the scars, an eternal invitation to press my wounds into his and there remember that nothing can separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. For, mystery of mysteries, His blood now runs in my veins and mine in his.
 

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"His blood now runs in my veins and mine in his." For further meditation on this thought, see 2 Cor 5:21, Is 53:5, 1 Cor 10:16 and 12:27, Col 1:18-20 and 2:9-13. What feelings surface as you read that statement? What might it mean for you to know this is true?
Photos (in order) by me, Brian Patrick Tagalog on Unsplash, and Milada Vigerova on Unsplash.

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This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Thuam Siam Ngaihte 5 Nov 2018 Reply

    I’m glad I read this. God bless you!

  2. momfan 12 Nov 2018 Reply

    These thoughts reminded me of a poem/prayer your Grandma used to quote (especially the last four lines):
    Jesus of the Scars
    “If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
    Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
    We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
    We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.
    The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
    In all the universe we have no place.
    Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
    Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.
    If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
    Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
    We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
    Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.
    The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
    They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
    To our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
    And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.”
    (by an English minister Edward Shillito, in the wake of the horrors of WWI).

    1. Bonita Grace Dirk 16 Dec 2018 Reply

      Amen!!! It is so powerful to think of our suffering God and how we can imitate Him in the world and SO challenging. Thank you for sharing this!

  3. Bonita Grace Dirk 16 Dec 2018 Reply

    Wow! Very powerful. The verses you referenced at the bottom made me think about communion and reminded me of Acts 9 which I read this morning and the story of Paul’s conversion. Jesus says that he is the one Paul was persecuting. It stood out to me that Jesus said He was the one Paul was persecuting, as if he was feeling the persecution and suffering afflicted on His body. I found that so encouraging, that He feels the persecution as if it is happening to His body, because it is! Thank you for sharing this reflection and these verses! The Orthodox and Catholic view of communion also has been challenging me this week as we shared a bit of wine and crackers at my Contemplative Prayer group last week with some Coptic Christians.

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