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Posted by on Sep 17, 2013 in Contributing Writers | 0 comments

Scars

Over lunch, at the pantry, my colleagues and I could talk about anything. This past week, there’s one unusual topic we took time discussing.

Scars.

It all started from our boss’s arm. Two scratches left by agitated hands. We have this “cool” way of making fun of our miseries. He asked us one by one.

Do you have scars? How did you get them?

Everyone took turns narrating how they flawed their arms, legs, faces, etc. Car accident. Insect bites. Childhood mishaps. Of course, I gave a fair share. Showed them a brown scar on my left sole. Careless running along the rice field where bamboo thorns lay hidden under crispy heaps of hay. I have plenty other scars, too. I think I’m scarred from head to toe.

And suddenly another type of “scar story” surfaced: emotional scars. This time, I stood up and hurried to the sink to do my dishes.

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Physical scars aren’t hard to notice. Scars left by acne. By falling down the stairs. By accidentally cutting yourself with some sharp object. Burns. They are brute reminders of your carelessness, impulsiveness, even stupidity. Sometimes we conceal them, feeling ashamed and ugly. But at least we could hide them, though not for long.

But then, there are those scars which are unnoticed, invisible to the naked eye, and yet still have the power to inflict pain. They lie dormant in the darkest rooms of our hearts and never seem to go away, completely. With the right trigger, they can resurface and hurt us anew. Where’d we get them? Loss. Abandonment. Abuse. Dysfunctional relationships. We can’t hide them – they show in our fears, anxieties, anger, sadness, distrust, and aggression. No laser treatment can ever cure them.

As I was busy scrubbing the plates, an insight came to me. I stared at my hands soaked in soap bubbles, and remembered the pair of hands who was bruised, too, wounded, holed, broken. Those scarred HANDS are the only remedy to vanish the pain of the scars in our hearts.

But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

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