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02 April 2007

Funny thing about Band-aids

2:28 PM Posted by steve flores 6 comments
I was reading through some old journals I had written about grace, so that I could encourage the worship team from our church and I found one that really hit me. Every week I share with our team something to inspire and give them an expectation about the next Sunday and well here's what I found...(God wants to heal you to make you whole)

January 9, 2004 - Romans 8

3In His Son, Jesus, he personally took on the human condition [sin], entered the disordered mess of struggling humanity in order to set it right once and for all….The law always ended up being used as a Band-aid on sin instead of a deep healing of it.

5Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life.

As always, I pray that You would open my eyes to see things present or past that I could reflect on that would cause me to see Your tenderness and unending patience in my life. It was kind of odd when I closed my eyes in prayer, after reading this scripture, that I fondly remembered the recovery process of breaking my nose.

Around a year and a half ago I broke my nose playing a silly game of basketball. I had gone my whole life never breaking a single bone. The bone I do break was smack dab in the middle of my face. You have a way of humbling my vanity. My bone began to heal, but it was crooked. But that wasn’t what You were calling to my attention. It was the gash on the bridge of my nose.

After the trip to the E.R., I was given some super-glue like stuff to heal the gash (hold the wound together and seal it from air and debris). After a few days I felt needed to get something else to cover my wound. I already had a crooked nose, so I didn’t want a scar on top of it. So I asked a practicing nurse if I should buy band-aids for my gash. She informed me that band-aids would allow air to hit the wound which will develop a scab.

I thought that was supposed to happen.

She said, “Wounds are supposed to heal from the inside out if you don’t want a scar. You don’t want to put a band-aid on it.”

What she said was profound then and still is today as I think about it. I had a wounded childhood. I did everything I knew to do to heal myself. I listened to music, learned to smile when I didn’t want to, changed hairstyles, read good books, but I didn’t realize there was something that needed to take place on the inside to be whole, healed!

I had band-aids for my band-aids. Although it made me feel like I was moving forward, over time—just like band-aids do—the band-aids started to fall off. My scars were being revealed and I felt devastated! In my devastation I reached out for the only One who would love a scarred up boy…You. You showed me Jesus. He showed me His scars.

Thank you for healing from the inside out. Thank you for peeling away the band-aids and replacing them with your loving arms as to embrace me.

What about you? Is it time for you to stop trying everything you know to do to find healing and wholeness and place your wounded, scarred up life into the hands of the One who bears our scars?