
In my pilgrimage as a Christian, which now is almost 30 years, I have experienced much wounding. Some has come from other believers, some from those who see me as a threat for being a different (i.e. Christian), some from unexplained circumstances, some from just being human and some from my own sinfulness. It is in these times when my faith has grown as I have sought to depend on my Wounded Healer. Every piercing has become a time to know intimately my wounded Savior. My scars become his scars. He bestows his grace on me and helps me lean on His everlasting arms (Deuteronomy 33:27)
Yes, all of this is counter culture. Our culture tells us to run away from suffering and pain; to avoid it at all cost. We often hear good positive sermons to encourage us to imitate Christ in his life but not very often to imitate his suffering and death. Who wants this? But it is only when we become like our Wounded Healer that we are able to experience his power in us (the power of his resurrection according to St. Paul) and we are able to help those in need. This is the paradox of Christianity. It confounds the wise of this world because it does not follow the ways and thoughts of the world. But the ways of the Lord are not our ways, and his thoughts are not our thoughts (Isaiah 55:8).
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