He asked me if he could have a moment of my time.
We went into his office, shut the door and he sat down in his over-stuffed leather chair behind his huge mahogany desk. With a gentle, understanding tone, he said, “I’m just concerned that you’re ministering from a wounded place.”
I gathered from his approach and facial expression that he thought doing so was a mistake.
I replied, “Yes, I am. I wouldn’t trust any ministry that wasn’t.”
Jesus was the greatest minister of all time.
He was also very wounded.
Long before they hammered nails into his hands and feet, he was born of a virgin, considered a bastard, chased out of Bethlehem, exiled in Egypt, rejected by his home town, denied by his family, criticized, mocked, marginalized, cast out, called a sinner, a drunkard, a glutton and even proclaimed to be Satan.
These things hurt.
The truth of the matter is, none of us are worth a damn to be healers until we’ve survived the wounds.
For lacking the experience of transformation, we have a tendency to be impatient with those who have difficulty getting over the pain.
Life is not about whether you’ll be wounded or not.
You will be.
It’s about what you do next.
And the first thing you should do after being wounded is bleed.
Not a lot. You don’t want to pour out all of your life flow and confidence–just enough to dispel infection. Then stop the bleeding, cease the self-pity and clean the wound.
Take what you know to be true–memories of how you’ve been blessed–and tenderly use all of these affirmations to expel the dangerous rot that would attempt to infest you.
Your healing process is nobody else’s business. It could be ugly. Other folks do not need to see your scabs. Take a private moment to heal–and then, when you’re all done, remove the bandages and proudly display your scar.
A scar tells everybody that you’ve been through the battle but you’ve endured the wounds and are coming out on the other side, healed.
No human being can escape the wounds.
But we become reasonable to one another when we allow the healing process to move forward, while simultaneously offering to others exactly what Jesus said to Thomas:
“Come see my scars.”