Scars are Not the End of Our World

Life often brings scars. Scars come from a variety of places and all hurt to some level. In our physical  bodies we carry these scars, both the ones from accidents to the ones that were intended, accidents range from paper cuts that heal overnight to major, requiring great amounts of time and care to get healed. The intended ones are the kinds we make ourselves for a variety of reasons like getting a tattoo or an ear pierced to the knife of a surgeon. Some scars are so small that no one sees them and others disfigure us for the world to behold. Some we get used to. Some we think stand out yet no one even sees them but us.

Sometimes the scars are the emotional baggage that haunt our waking hours and our nightmares. Some are seemingly so slight that our friends can’t figure why we don’t just let go. Others we deal with in ways that those who know us wonder how we can possibly make it. The sayings are that ‘time heals all wounds’ and ‘you will get over it in time’. We also say ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me’. These are all true but all lies as well. Time may well ease the pain but often the scars will not go away completely.

One scar is the scar of guilt we bear, both for things we do and things done to us that we take the blame for. And day after day, month after month, year after year the pain is there, the healing doesn't seem to catch up. But somehow we have to find a way to get past that guilt. Picture it if you will as a gift box wrapped in a silver paper, with a lovely bow... day after day we look at it and wonder what it is. We open the box and wallow in that guilt or grief and then wrap it up and put it back on the shelf and keep looking at it and the pain just doesn't go away. So we open it over and over to check if the pain is still there-- 5 times, 10 times, a hundred times we face that pain of the guilt and the more we see it we realize the paper is more torn, the bow less shaped the box is getting battered. And then one day we find that we don’t need to look at the box or unwrap it and we can finally take it out and put it in the bin with all the other rubbish.

I think this is part of what Jesus meant when he said, “take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart: and you will find rest unto your souls, for my yoke is easy and my burden light.” We don’t use a yoke very much these days but two oxen or horses yoked together makes the load easier to pull. And that is what Jesus knew, and what he taught in his own suffering as he cried out from the cross: ‘Father forgive them...’ So we learn from him and eventually something we think is of value yet leaves us in pain we can toss out and finally move on. We may not forget that box but we can put it someplace it doesn't hurt us quite as easily anymore.

Just thinking,

Rev. Jon Bergen