Scars litter my human body.
I have one near my left eyebrow from playing catcher as my brother pitched in junior high. The one on my right cheek is from falling on a plastic chair as a toddler. The one on my left shoulder is when a girl from Cave City set a moving screen when I was in 10th grade. The one on my left knee? That’s when my kneepad slid down while diving for a volleyball during a 6 a.m. practice. I broke my right pinky the day of my junior high district basketball tournament game. Coach taped it to my ring finger in the Valley Springs locker room, and I was ready to play.
My body has had scrapes and scratches, nicks and bruises — but all are temporary. Even the scars will fade with age. External wounds will die, but internal wounds last an eternity.
One mark on my heart will be with me forever.
It separates families, friends, dark from the light, the living from the dead.
It’s the mark of the Holy Spirit.
Ezekiel 36:26 reads, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”
It was an Old Testament promise through the prophet Ezekiel for the Israelites. Fulfillment came when Jesus was crucified and resurrected.
He explained to the disciples in John 16:7,13: “But I tell you the truth: It is for your good that I am going away. Unless I go away, the Counselor will not come to you … But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all truth.”
In my heart and in my soul, a piece of God lives in me. Paul explained it well in Romans 8:9-11.
“And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he does not belong to Christ. But if Christ is in you, your body is dead because of sin, yet your spirit is alive because of righteousness. And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies throughout his Spirit, who lives in you.”
This scar will be a part of me for eternity, one that I want to share.