From now on let no one cause trouble for me, for I bear on my body the brand-marks of Jesus (Galatians 6:17).
“…I bear branded on my body the owner’s stamp of the Lord Jesus” –the Moffett translation.
“…I bear on my body the scars that mark me as a slave of Jesus” –Goodspeed.
At Mississippi State University, the Kenyan student carried horizontal scars across his face. “Identification marks for my tribe,” he explained to me. Wow. Tough clan.
We were returning from the cemetery in the mortuary’s station wagon. The director and I were chatting and did not notice the pickup truck coming from our right and running the stop sign. We broadsided the truck.
My forehead broke the dashboard.
I bled and bled. And got a ride to the hospital in the EMS van.
The emergency room people decided I had suffered no serious injuries and taped up the two gashes in my face. At the wedding rehearsal that night, I sported a large white bandage on my forehead, just above the eyebrows. It made for some memorable wedding photos the next day.
That happened nearly 40 years ago and I still carry the scars right between my eyebrows. They look like frown marks, but they’re not.
They are scars from serving the Lord.
My wife Bertha, bride of over six years now, says her husband Gary had scars in the same place, also from the ministry. “We were walking to our church in the French Quarter,” she said. “Suddenly, a woman screamed and ran toward us, yelling ‘Don’t let him get me!’ Someone, perhaps an angry husband, was chasing her in a car. Gary handed me our child and told me to get back. He positioned himself between the woman and one very angry man. In the scuffle, the man hit Gary right between the eyes, causing a deep gash.”
Bertha said, “I don’t remember what happened next, and know nothing of the outcome of that couple. But we had to go to a clinic quickly. Gary carried the scar from that fight the rest of his life.”