These scars were inflicted for you. They were torn into my body that you may not carry the wounds of your own sin. I was beaten beyond recognition, mocked to the point of extreme humiliation. I was shamed and spit upon. My back was lain open for the things I did not do. My hands were pierced through so that I may hang from a cross because of the desires of man. Willingly I was led to my death. The most gruesome death in history; that you may live. My Father turned from me, that you could see. The world was upon my shoulders as I watched the Roman soldiers gamble for my clothes. Greed yet gripped their hearts, but I cried, for they knew not what they were doing.
I died that day. I was lain in a tomb...
...Three days passed and then I rose again. These scars in my hands, the raised lashes across my back...they are for you. They are the bitter sweet memory of what I suffered for your sake. I, Christ Jesus, the son of God and Man have died for you one death, I love you so much that I would die a thousand times to save your life once more.
The reason why I tell you this is so that you may understand. The one thing that can express the depth of my affection for you are These Scars.
~ Jesus
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