Living in a country where memorials of one kind or another dot the landscape can make dealing with a holiday like Memorial Day a bit challenging.
Reminders of sacrifices made and the cost of victories won are everywhere, but as this Memorial Day approaches, my thoughts are captivated by monuments that aren’t carved out of granite and marble or engraved on brass plaques.
I think there is no more fitting memorial to be considered than the scars borne by those who engaged enemies in our place, fought battles on our behalf, and whose torn, broken, burned, and violated bodies insulated us from the kinds of torture they endured to secure our freedom. I join with multitudes this Memorial Day in honoring those warriors and celebrating the legacy of courage that was established in their wounds and preserved by their scars.
Join with multitudes this Memorial Day in honoring those warriors and celebrating the legacy of courage that was established in their wounds and preserved by their scars.
Scars Have a Story ~
Scars are living memorials shared by all humanity. They come in a variety of shapes and sizes and obviously, some are more significant than others, but all share some common characteristics. They provide indisputable, unbiased evidence that an invasion took place in the body they inhabit. Scars don’t just appear out of nowhere. There’s a story to be told about every one of them, and it’s always a tale of pain inflicted, of blood that was shed, and of trauma that had to be endured. Scars, by their very existence, remind all who see them that a battle was fought on that very spot and that healing came at a painful price. Scars are personal.
There’s no universal warrior scar and no standard design for accidental injuries or assault victims. Every scar on every injured body is as unique and personal as the wound that caused it. There’s nothing abstract and impersonal about scars, and no one looks at his or her scars in those terms. The memorials they create in human tissue are fixed, permanent residents of the body they inhabit. They aren’t optional attachments like a garment that can be discarded when the fashion trend changes. Like it or not, a scar’s history is an inseparable part of the history of the one with whom and in whom they live.
Scars Are Testimonials ~
But scars are more than monuments to remind us of battles. They are testimonies of victory. They affirm that pain was inflicted, but they also prove that it was absorbed and overcome. Scars admit that a breach in some protective wall failed and a foreign intruder found access, but they also declare that the enemy was repelled. Scars testify that the battle was won, that the main defenses held, that weak places were restored, reinforced, and made stronger than before.
Scars are not just stories to be told. They are more than that. They are songs to be sung. Each scar’s music is uniquely its own, but they all begin with a tearful melody that flows from a place much deeper than the small space they occupy on the surface. Scars are ballads written in the heat of battle and sung by victors on behalf of all those who know what it is to be attacked. Their minor chords of pathos and fear eventually fade, and the movement shifts as a powerful upward transition begins. Major chords of faith and love blend in to drown out the pain, dispel the fear, and build to a climactic crescendo of victorious praise.
Memorials with a Personal Connection ~
Thousands will gather around all kinds of memorials this Memorial Day to honor and celebrate the courageous men and women who made sacrifices we cannot begin to imagine. Stories will be told and patriotic songs will be sung. Hearts will be stirred and tears will be shed as we’re reminded that the freedom we so easily take for granted was not achieved by a majority vote in some legislative body. It was purchased by the broken bodies and shed blood of those who considered its value worth the cost.
Scars are not just stories to be told. They are more than that. They are songs to be sung.
But in addition to looking at cold, hard replicas of warriors or painted images of battles, maybe we should also focus on something more personal, something living. What if we looked at some of our own scars, or think about on the bodies of people we know and love? Maybe thinking about those that adorned the flesh of the real men and women who were wounded on our behalf would make their sacrifices seem more real, more personal. And maybe while we think of wounded warriors, ultimate sacrifices, and personal connections, the greatest warrior of all would come to mind, and we would also celebrate the most profound sacrifice of all time, and the deepest personal connection possible.
When Jesus was impaled on the cross, His tortured body became the repository of every vile thing God ever condemned and that people like us ever did or wanted to do. He absorbed all of the awful consequences that human pride, and hate, and greed, and jealousy, and every other form of evil perversity could create. Everything that ever prompted shame and regret in the hearts of men was poured out on Him. That body was pierced and mutilated almost beyond recognition and became the object of ridicule and derision until even the Father turned His gaze away. He fought the most intense battle against the most powerful enemy ever engaged by ma