Scars
by Amy Carmichael from her book “Gold Cords”
Has thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side or hand.
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star
Hast thou no scar
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent
They leaned me against a tree to die and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be
And pieced are the wounds that follow me
Are thine whole?
Can he have followed far
Who hast nor wound or scar
Having followed the Master for over 50 years now I must have followed far for the wounds and scars are many. The saddest part though is the deepest scars and wounds have been this last few years since returning to Plymouth and caused by those who say they are pastors to the church. Who say they care and I am wanted in the church. Yet when I say don't talk of love show me they draw back in horror and ask me to not cross their doors again. The question therefore is twofold (1) Why.? What great sin have I commited that so greatly offends in this way. (2) What is the purpose of church? The answer to which this blog is set up to explore.
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