“Jesus of the Scars” by Edward Shillito
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 to-day 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;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.
Reflecting back on this past weekend, I’m so thankful that God is a God who has entered into human suffering at the deepest level so that he might bear our sins and carry our sorrows. When tragedy strikes, it is a comfort beyond words to know that Jesus Himself has fully felt your deepest pain and desperate loneliness.
Edward Shillito was a free church minister in a church in England during World War I. He died in the middle of World War II. As somebody who was alive during devastating times, he knew what he was writing about when he said that God’s wounds alone can speak to us in our wounded state.
Dear friend, Easter is past, but the resurrection continues. Jesus of the scars knows and understands and is sympathetic to your hurts. And he ever lives to speak gently to those who are bowed down by earthly sorrows. Listen to his scars tell you about his sympathetic love and his accommodating embrace.