When I was a teen, some friends and I decided to go camping.
We had heard something while we were lying around the fire. So we got up and got our guns thinking it may be a bear or a coyote. Needless to say it was nothing.
We laid back down and apparently when we did I got a little too close to the fire. One of my friends said a little while later something said to him to look over to where I was sleeping. When he did he screamed out my name. My blanket had caught on fire.
Being the young naive kid that I was, I tried to put out the fire by slapping the blanket with my hand. It was a synthetic blanket. When I did, it rolled up and melted to the top of my hand.
We had no vehicle so we started out making the long trek into town to the hospital.
I said all that to say this, I still have the scars from the burns on my hand, but those scars do not hurt, they just bring back memories of my past.
I would have thought when Jesus died that cruel death of having nails put into His hands and feet and a sword put into His sword. When He arose from the dead that His new body wouldn't have the scars anymore. The scars were still there.
He took our sins upon Himself. Our sins leave scars that don't seem to ever leave us. They are there as a reminder of what God saved us from.
Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.
John 20:27 KJV
https://bible.com/bible/1/jhn.20.27.KJV
Lord, thank you for salvation. Thank you for dying on a cruel rugged tree, being buried and rising again on the third day for me. Let my scars of sin be a reminder of what you have done for me. I love you Jesus.
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