On the very first Easter evening the risen Jesus met his disciples, talked with them, ate with them, and showed them his scars.
There was once a mother whose little baby fell into an open fire. The mother grabbed the baby out of the fire with her bare hands, the baby was saved and didn’t suffer any lasting injury, but the mother’s hands were badly burned and years later she still wore gloves to cover the scars that had never fully healed. One day the little girl, now at school, saw her mother’s burnt hands and said how horrible they were. Later on her father told her the story of why her mother’s hands looked like that. At once she went back to her mother and asked to see those beautiful scars again.
So it is with the scars of Jesus: He got them because He saved us.
Philip Yancey (in The Jesus I Never Knew) wrote: “I take hope in Jesus’ scars. From the perspective of heaven, they represent the most horrible event that has ever happened in the history of the universe. Even that event, though, Easter has turned into a memory. Because of Easter, I can hope that the tears we shed, the blows we receive, the emotional pain, the heartache over lost friends and loved ones, all these will become memories, like Jesus’ scars. Scars never completely go away, but neither do they hurt any longer. We will have re-created bodies, a re-created heaven and earth. We will have a new start, an Easter start.”