A friend showed me his skateboard the other day
He said every mark it bears tells a story.
Each story carries meaning, emotion, life significance—
It reminded me of scars.
Every one of us bears scars
(Some more obvious than others).
We are broken, crippled, torn, and bruised,
And we cry out to God about the injustice of the world—
About our pain, our shame, our ruined lives.
We heal, but we still bear the marks—
We still bear the scars.
What if we thought of our scars like marks on a skateboard?
Pairing them with the stories, the lessons, the journeys
That shaped us into who we are—
Seeing them as significant and valuable.
They drove nails through Jesus’ hands and feet,
Stuck thorns onto his head and beat him,
Pierced His side with a spear.
But after He rose again in a beautiful body,
His hands and feet had holes;
His side was marked with a large scar.
Those scars are precious,
Because of what they represent.
If our Savior has scars after His resurrection,
Perhaps we too will always bear the marks
Of our stories, our wounds, our hardships.
When we see them, we’ll praise our God
For His power glorified.
You may not agree with me
For theological, emotional, or other reasons,
But I wonder if maybe
Scars last in eternity.
TCKs for Christ: Newsletter Manager
Chana
is a TCK from America who spent half of her childhood in Indonesia along with her parents and seven younger siblings. She’s passionate about learning new things and seeing the beauty in differences. In her free time, she likes to read, play board games, talk, laugh, write poetry, joke, and meet new people. She’s also a student at Moody Bible Institute, working towards her bachelor’s in Linguistics and Teaching English.
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