“Jesus of the Scars” by Edward Shillito

Edward Shillito was a Free Church pastor in England during WWI.  The fractured lives that war produced, the questions of tragedy, anguish, pain that Job and C.S. Lewis  tackled, are addressed here. Our God comes to us where and as we are — broken.  Our eternity is launched in this very place.

Linda Rempel

“Jesus of the Scars” – Edward Shillito

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.

If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.



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