Hast Thou No Scar?

There are 4000 special olympians competing in the London games.

When they entered the stadium for the opening ceremonies they represented a bruised, battered and wounded army.

Some were amputees, some were limping with lifelong disabilities, others had the latest electronic prosthetics. There were Downs Syndrome athletes and some, amazingly, were legally blind.Common to all was disability;common to all was indomitable courage and determination to overcome.

And isn't that what it's all about folks. A willingness to enter into the lists of life and a mind-set to "get on with it and get over it."

Concerning this 'race of life' Jesus said:

"If your eye offend thee, pluck it out. If your hand offend thee, cut it off. If your foot offend you, amputate it. Better to enter heaven maimed than go to hell in full health."

This being the case it will be a motley assortment that pass through Heaven's gates for the opening ceremonies.


Feeling sorry for yourself? Think about the legless ones running in London tonight then read the following poem by a blind poetess.

                  Hast Thou No Scar?

Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot,or side or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the Land.
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet, I was wounded by the archers, spent.
Leaned me against the tree to die,and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet as the Master so shall the servant be.
And pierced are the feet that follow Me.
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?

Ian.