The following commentary on wounds and resurrection touched me:
"One of the real enigmas of the risen Christ is that the wounds are still present in his body. Why wouldn't they be somehow healed? Why wouldn't his body be whole and perfect? Perhaps in order to really see Jesus, the wounds must be visible. After all, it is we who caused those wounds to be there, and God's revelation to us would not be complete without them. They remind me that, despite suffering and dying because of me, God is willing to be there with me, to share my humanity so that I might have a share in his divinity. Escaping human suffering is my value, not God's. God is willing to put up with all my human weaknesses, even death, in order to be with me in love. How slow I am to believe! My sins are forgiven and I need to repent."
Why am I so afraid of suffering? Isn't it the way for resurrection? It's a necessity, not an option. Right?
