“And when He had said this, He showed them both His hands and His side. The disciples therefore rejoiced when they heard the Lord.” (John 20:20).
I heard an old story of a young girl being embarrassed when her friends came to visit because of her mother’s hands. Those hands were horribly twisted and disfigured. And the little girl was somewhat ashamed of them and didn’t want anyone else to see them.
But then, as she grew older, she learned how her mother’s hands had been disfigured. It had taken place when the young girl was a baby and her pyjamas had caught fire. The mother had smothered the fire with her own hands, burning them badly in the process. When the girl heard this, her mother’s disfigured hands took on a great beauty. They were no longer a cause of shame. They were a sign of her mother’s love and sacrifice.
There’s a great poignancy in the verse. “He showed them His hands.” He was proving who he was, of course, but more, He was teaching them what He had done.
And further still, He was sharing with them why He had done it.
Paul said “I bear in my body the marks of Jesus.” I guess he was talking about the scars from various acts of torture that he had undergone. But what about us? What are the marks of our love for Jesus? Where are the signs of our affection and devotion toward Him? In what way has our life changed?
One day perhaps, He will say to us, “Show me your hands.”