Wounded

Mary had a little spill last night on the pavement.  Road rash is no fun.  After some soothing words, and the right bandaid she was ready to go.  These types of wounds heal in no time.  If only wounds caused by words healed as fast.

 

This past weekend was one that found my husband and I out of sync.  (I told you the Hilgeforts are working it out like everyone else!)  Words were exchanged, words that hurt.  Nothing gets me feeling down like fighting with Tate.  God intends for us to be helpmates, sharing with each other all our works, joys and sufferings.  When we fight, and that communication you just take for granted becomes stiff and difficult, I am only half myself at best.

 

The problem with words are you can apologize to each other for the flare up, but the words remain.  The wound to some extent remains.  Sometimes they are just scratches, but sometimes they cut deep.  Although I desire in my heart to move on, I am hesitant. Slow to forgive as I am called, I remember the words and the wound reopens.

 

Reflecting on this, I couldn’t help but recall the wounds of Christ.  Even after His Resurrection, the wounds on His hands, feet, and sides remained.  Of course, they helped in Thomas’ unbelief.  Thomas was able to see that it was indeed the Risen Lord.  But is there something more there?

 

I can tell you, I am no theologian, but something really stood out to my simple housewife mind.  Christ never used his wounds as weapons against other people.  He could have held up His hands and said, “Look what you have done to me!”  He could have been bitter and angry.  This was never the case.  Instead He used His wounded hands and feet to continue to serve, teach and love.  

 

In the image of Divine Mercy we actually see rays of red and white emanating from his heart which we know was wounded by the lance.   The red symbolizes his blood which is the life of souls, and white symbolizes water which justifies souls through baptism.  Yes, I think I have much to learn reflecting on the wounds of Christ and how he used them.  What an amazing Savior we have!

 

As if this wasn’t enough, one final thought - Christ never wounded anyone else.  I have hurt my husband and others with my own words.  I have wounded those that I love.  Christ, the unblemished lamb, accepts the wounds suffered for love of me and uses these wounds to bring about my salvation.  Who in the world am I to be slow to forgive?  Who am I to dwell on my wounds?   Really what should give me the greatest sadness is the wounds I have inflicted on those in my life and on Christ through my own sinfulness.

 

Man, do I have a long way to go!

 

I think perhaps the best way to heal my wounds is to love those around me and Christ better.  Instead of remembering words that have hurt me, I should be asking God to heal those I hurt with my words and actions.  Even if my emotions don’t feel warm and fuzzy as I am doing these things, I still know it is the only way.  I will endeavor to lead with my body and my mind will follow.  God help me.

 

We all are wounded.  As with all things, Christ shows us the way.  We must imitate Christ in his woundedness.  What did Christ do, what does he continue to do?  He loves us with a love that has no limits.  So my answer is simple, but to live it is hard. I must continue to love in my woundedness.  I must never become bitter or use my wounds as weapons against others.  I must pray for God to bring healing to those I have wounded.  Looks like I better get to it.  JMJ