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The Beauty of scars

Pastor Bobby Gray
Solid Rock Worship Center
11862 Shaner Avenue NE, Cedar Springs, MI 49319

When we think of scars, we think of unpleasant marks usually made by unpleasant experiences. We also think of emotional scars which often hurt far worse than physical scars. 

I have come to understand that there is great benefit to scars—benefit we seldom consider. 

For instance, have you ever thought that every scar has a story to tell? Or that scars speak of experience? 

Paul thought his scars alone were sufficient evidence to establish that he was an experienced warrior for Christ. He said, “From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus” (Galatians 6:17). Paul was saying, “Don’t argue with me. I am a warrior for Christ and I have scars to prove it.” It should come as no surprise that Paul was scarred in the Christian battle because he was a real warrior. Real warriors have scars. 

All the apostles bore scars for the cause of Christ. Jesus also bore the scars of battle. Twice in the 20th chapter of the Gospel of John, the scars of Christ are mentioned: “And when He had so said, He showed 

unto them His hands and His side. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord” (John 20:20). He repeated Himself for the benefit of Thomas: “Then saith He to Thomas, ‘Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands…be not faithless, but believing’” (John 20:27). 

In both cases Christ’s scars proved that He was the risen Christ. 

The scars of Jesus were not only for the benefit of the people of that generation. They were also for generations yet to come. 

“And one shall say unto Him, What are these wounds in Thine hands? Then He shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends… and they shall look upon Me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for Him as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for Him” (Zechariah 13:6, 10). 

Like Jesus and the apostles, we are wounded and scarred. Some of our scars are physical, and some are emotional. Some came before we came to Christ, and some we received afterwards. But we should be encouraged by every scar we bear in our bodies and emotions, because they are hallmarks of experience. And they speak of battles we have faced and survived. 

The beauty of scars is that they demonstrate we are warriors and survivors. Scars also prove that we have the experience to help others who are going through the same battles we have fought and survived. Our scars show the world that we know what it is like to fight and survive, even if we lose a few battles. 

“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.” (2 Corinthians 1:3,4). 

Paul simply meant that after we have been helped, we are able to help others. 

It is right that we should have some scars because they prove that we have been doing battle for Christ. 

Remember, our scars were at one time open and festering wounds that were covered and cleansed and healed by the precious blood of Jesus Christ. Battle scars-badges of experience and honor-now replace those wounds. 

This is the beauty of scars!

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Reaching Up in WORSHIP

Pastor Bobby Gray

Solid Rock Worship Center

11862 Shaner Ave NE, Cedar Springs

Those who worship regularly must guard against stale and/or routine worship. Sadly, it is all too easy for our worship to become mindless. 

In such an automatic mode of worship, we can say words, sing, or even clap or raise our hands while our minds are elsewhere. 

Point! This type of mechanical worship does not glorify The Lord. 

The Lord does not want “dry morsels” of worship. He is The Living God, and He desires worship that is genuine and passionate. 

John 4:23-24 NKJV says, “23 But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. 24 God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit [with life, passion, vitality] and truth [sincerity, genuineness].” 

It is my observation that most long-tenured saints of God do not necessarily lose their avowed sincerity in worship, but they are very prone to a declining passion in worship. 

 As people age, there will no doubt be changes in the physical demonstrations of our worship. This is often unavoidable. 

Notwithstanding, we must not permit a lessening of passion in our love for and our worship unto our Lord Jesus. 


• Passionate Worshipers… Often find a way

• Dispassionate Worshipers… Often find an excuse

Does the worship leader and/or your Pastor always probe you to worship? (“Let’s all raise our hands,” etc.)

Or does worship flow naturally out from a genuinely grateful soul?

I would ask you, dear reader, to review your personal worship habits and typical responses during the next few days. If in honesty and transparency you realize there has been a cooling of the flame of passion in your worship, determine to purposefully become more intentional and intense in your responses to Jesus. 

I can promise you two things:

1)  You will be blessed, beyond words, for worshipping in spirit and in truth! 

2)  And you will never regret giving Him all of you!

(Excerpt from the Bible study “Reaching UP” 

written by Pastor Gray)

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Breakthrough on aisle 5

Pastor Bobby Gray | Solid Rock Worship Center | 11862 Shaner Ave NE, Cedar Springs

“Bread. Eggs. Milk. Coffee…get the good stuff.” My tired eyes squinted as they looked down at my phone to see the grocery list my wife had texted me. A long day of effort already lay behind me, and a lengthy evening of deskwork I knew would soon be my reward. I was exhausted as I arrived at the grocery store.

I entered, grabbed a cart, put my ear buds in, and cranked the gospel music up just as I had done so many times before. Bread first.

As my weary feet rounded the corner of aisle 3, I began to detect God’s presence. Looking up and down the shelves and placing the loaves of bread in my cart, I began to pray under my breath, doing my best not to call attention to myself.

At this moment, all of the things I had been dealing with had left a heaviness in my spirit. The vagueness of God’s will regarding certain circumstances I was dealing with had left me frustrated and annoyed. Let nobody lie to you, the ministry is a full contact sport; and most of the shoving happens in the mind. I felt that stirring quickly evolving into a whirlwind. I knew I needed to hear from heaven, but felt apprehensive. Next was the eggs and milk.

By aisle 4, I felt an undeniable touch of God’s Spirit. It grabbed me and, arresting my attention, it demanded I understand that my help and hope was imminent. I was grateful, but like a child before crossing the street, I looked both ways before I worshipped, trying desperately to keep from drawing attention to myself. Now, coffee.

 By the time I came to aisle 5, I had barely enough time to grab my can of coffee before I became overwhelmed by the goodness and compassion of the Lord. My cheeks became flush and tears filled my eyes as the soft murmur of my praise swelled to an audible level.

Soon, I openly wept as the tension and weight I had carried into the market begin to lift off my soul.

I continued to cast off dignity and timidity as my frustrations dissolved in God’s presence. With lifted hands, I thanked Him for the multitude of unwarranted courtesies he had shown me. I learned something that night that I’ve never forgotten—that God delights in meeting us at unexpected places.

The spectacle of a man crying and thanking God while holding a can of coffee in his lifted hand seemed to startle the white-haired woman that had turned undetected down the aisle.

The electric motor of her mobility cart whined in it’s low familiar tone as she slowly approached. Her eyes were fixed on me with a look that I could only describe as “deep, questioning concern.” Finally, after a long pause, she asked sheepishly, “Young man…what brand of coffee is that?”

I smiled before answering.

“Ma’am, I don’t know where this came from, but I sure am happy I found it!”

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