{"id":31479,"date":"2023-03-23T19:17:43","date_gmt":"2023-03-23T23:17:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=31479"},"modified":"2026-01-15T16:51:41","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T21:51:41","slug":"worship-wednesday-scars-in-heaven-casting-crowns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=31479","title":{"rendered":"Worship Wednesday – Scars in Heaven – Casting Crowns"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
\"\"<\/a>
Photo Credit: Providence Ministries<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Now Thomas, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came [after He had risen from the dead]. So the other disciples told him, \u201cWe have seen the Lord.\u201d But he said to them,\u201cUnless I see in his hands the mark of the nails, and place my finger into the mark of the nails, and place my hand into his side, I will never believe.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight days later, his disciples were inside again, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, \u201cPeace be with you.\u201d Then he said to Thomas, \u201cPut your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.\u201d <\/strong>Thomas answered him, \u201cMy Lord and my God!\u201d Jesus said to him, \u201cHave you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.\u201d<\/em> – John 20:24-29<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Jesus appeared to his disciples after his horrific death on a Roman cross, he was alive again. Not a ghost but in a glorified body. Jesus resurrected. Never to die again. As he confirmed his identify to Thomas, the struggling to believe disciple, he, knowing all things, offered the proof asked for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wound marks. From the nails hammered into his hands and the spear thrust in his side on the day he died for us. God the Father must have known these marks would form into necessary scars…for at least one to believe. The scars of a savior…the Savior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That’s us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet we benefit from that brother Thomas who, in his grief, still needed a sign that Jesus was alive again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all bear scars of some sort or another. Scars of abuse or loss. Disappointment or betrayal. Scars from hating and being hated. Unforgiveness or caring too little. Even scars of victory, as were the scars of Jesus. Wounds we received, even standing, as the Lord fought our battles for us…and won. Jesus has such scars of victory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What Does It Mean that God Fights our Battles?<\/em> – Catiana NK<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

No Scars in Heaven?<\/em> – Joni & Friends<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

“By His stripes, we are healed.”<\/em> – 1 Peter 2:24<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A friend of mine died this week. Becky Cole. We have known each other for over 35 years. We met in church in East Tennessee. I was pregnant with my first born, married to a good and Godly man, financially stable…in a really good place. She was pregnant with her first and would be only child. A son. She was a single mom who took herself out of an abusive home and away from a man who she feared would abuse her child as well. She had a heart full of love for that little boy now grown up into a gentle and accomplished man who made her proud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She also loved Jesus which was clearly the biggest steadying force in her turbulent life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We moved away from Tennessee in 1994 – almost 30 years ago, but we never lost touch. The phone would ring, and we would start up right where we left off. Did we always agree on things? Absolutely not. Still, I admired her tenacity so much. If something needed to be made right, she would not give up on it. She was a fighter. An activist. An advocate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did she have scars? Absolutely! She just wasn’t afraid of a fight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a>
Photo Credit: Pinterest<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

If there was ever a Mama Bear<\/a>, it was Becky. Much of her mid-life she was what some might label a welfare mom, but as happens with stereotypes, she was so much larger than one who sought aid from the state. So much more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She fought for her son to have the best life she could give him. Plagued with health problems, she wasn’t always able to work. That did not stop her from being deeply concerned and involved with her larger community, not just for her sake but for those around her. She tried to make life better; tried to help people with power and authority to do better. I know I was better knowing her…being her friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mama Bear Apologetics: Empowering Your Kids to Challenge Cultural Lies<\/em> – Hillary Morgan Ferrer<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As she grew older, her health issues worsened, as happens in life. Her son became successful with work and married the love of his life. Becky kept fighting to make the world a better place…for her son…and she kept fighting to live…until this week when the fighting came to an end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I was actually shocked when her son told me she had died. She had been at Duke University under evaluation for one more surgery that would have hopefully given her more time and more quality of life… but she just wasn’t a good candidate, they said. She was too far spent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We talked before she traveled to Duke. She was hopeful. I committed to pray. We wouldn’t talk again. She texted me that the surgery wasn’t going to happen and she would be placed on hospice care. That was hard to hear about someone as full of life as Becky, although I knew she had been so sick. I called and texted through the last days of her life…she has never not picked up or answered a text…until now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Becky, the fighting was over. She would go Home. Once that was settled, I wonder what it must have been like for her to “lay down her weapons” for the last time. Thank You, Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the week while she was at Duke, the Casting Crowns<\/a> song “Scars in Heaven” <\/a><\/em> seems to have been on auto-repeat on my Christian radio station. Listening to the beautiful truth of this song, I thought of Becky…and prayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know the road you walked was anything but easy
You picked up your share of scars along the way
Oh, but now you’re standing in the sun, you’ve fought your fight and your race is run
The pain is all a million miles away.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n