This morning in church, we heard testimonies of God’s faithfulness through hardship. We looked back together as a church family over all God brought us through in 2019. Families cried as they shared how God’s power and presence met them through the illness of a child, through depression, through cancer. They knew Jesus in such an intimate way. He spoke clearly through His word, through others, and by the Holy Spirit impressing the heart with God’s voice.
What wounds we witnessed!
But the wound became a portal–a large an unmistakable opening into another way to see and to live. The wound from suffering provided special and unique access to God.
Isn’t that always the way? Isn’t the wound a portal we may always choose to walk through to a deeper kind of healing, of knowing, and of living? The wound takes us there.
The wound originally took us there. I think of Isaiah 53:5 and what Jesus’ wounds accomplished: But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.