PTSD Jesus

When he was raised, he bore the marks,
which must mean he remembered.
Then does each adulterous kiss make him wince at its betrayal;
each flash of the needle, of the knife make him flinch?
Does he recoil at the sound of gunfire?
Only God could reasonably endure
so many insults as this world hurls.

He bears the marks to remember,
to reassure that resurrection has not removed him
from us. He picks up the shards of our broken lives,
piece by piece transforming them into something new,
crazed and beautiful:
the glass in which he sees reflected his own
sweet injuries made whole.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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