Jesus didn’t hide his wounds

He did not hide the wounds.

The risen Christ—glorified, victorious, alive—stood among His disciples, and yet the wounds remained. The marks of the nails, the pierced side… He brought them close, invited them to see, to touch, to believe.

He didn’t erase the evidence of suffering before He stepped into resurrection glory.

He kept the wounds.

Because they were no longer signs of defeat, but seals of victory.

Because the work was finished—and the scars were proof.

Not a blemish on His perfection, but a testimony of love poured out, of pain endured with purpose.

He did not cover them out of shame.

He bore them like a banner.

Holy wounds.

Redeemed. Resurrected. Radiant.

And so it is with us.

The places we thought disqualified us—He can sanctify.

The stories we tried to hide—He can use.

The pain we carry—He can redeem.

In His presence, wounds are not wasted.

They become doors through which others encounter healing.

They become declarations of grace.

You don’t have to be unscarred to be whole.

You don’t have to be unbroken to be used.

You are not disqualified by what hurt you—only more deeply marked by what He’s healed.

So bring your wounds to the light.

Let Him make them holy.

Let Him write resurrection into where you’ve been broken.🤍