Meg was right up at my Grandmother’s side, reaching her hand through the rails and laying it on top of the hospital blankets. Her small voice was almost absorbed in the large room, “I’m sorry. I hope you feel better. I love you Great Gram.” As Grandma slept Meg dropped her hand and eyed the IV rigging and cords. None of which phased her…not with her sense of familiarity.
It reminded me of the kids we saw in Texas. Ones who’d pull up their sleeves showing off band-aids, pulling up shirts to reveal incision scars running down the center of their chests, or pulling the neckline of their shirt down to show what a port looks like.
The comradery of suffering drew out the most timid and embarrassed. Pain dissipated long enough to compare battle wounds.
It’s amazing what empathy can do.
It strikes me that Jesus is in these same ranks. When God came down he didn’t spare himself from pain, heartache, and sorrow.
He felt it more than any of us.
I wonder what it would feel like to see the scars He bore for us. Surely we’d sense a purpose for our own pain. We’d be reminded God can use what’s hard, painful, and unbearable, if we’re willing to allow Him.
Knowing we’re not alone in our battles gives us courage. Knowing others have prevailed keeps us going. Christ tells us to take heart because He overcame the world.
Just as Christ, we too can live an undefeated life.
John 16:33 NLT
"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world."
Romans 8:37 NIV
…we are more than conquerors through him who loved us