His Wounds Do Heal Ours

Filed in Evangelism, Sin, Suffering by on October 26, 2014 3 Comments

IMG_8304My waking up is never a sudden event, but more like a thick, sludgy processional to the coffee pot. Despite the density of this particular morning, before my eyelids cooperated with the dawn, a line from Third Day’s rendition of Isaiah 53:5 began to loop through my thoughts.

And by His wounds, by His wounds we are healed…

The echoing music filled the background of my thoughts as I prepared breakfast, a lunchbox, a bank deposit, and myself for the day. It followed me softly while I ran errands and then the volume suddenly increased as I neared my final target, the hair salon. Since I was early, I parked the car and answered the lyrics, “Lord, I know it’s You. But I don’t know why You are singing this to me this morning. I’ve never fully understood it. (And trust me, I have prayed about this truth more times than I can count over the years.) What am I missing?”

I sat quiet and recalled the song as they quoted the scriptures (you can play the video by clicking on the photo):

We are healed by Your sacrifice, And the life that You gave. We are healed for You paid the price, By Your grace we are saved We are saved

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He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our sins, The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him. And by His wounds, by His wounds we are healed…

My thoughts began to hover over the wounds that have been in my heart, as well as other people’s that I am praying for constantly: prodigal children, unfaithful spouses, betrayal of close friends, lies and accusations against the ministry, chronic pain, and grief over the loss of loved ones. There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t speak with someone who is crying inwardly or outwardly.

IMG_3247The lyrics continued and the clock stood still. Then the gentle voice of the Lord came, “Shannon, the scars on your wrists have been a testimony that the scars on My wrists were strong enough to save your life. You were once My prodigal daughter. Did I not cry out the reality of feeling forsaken by God, so that you would never have to? Did I not face temptation to the point of blood so that your temptation would never be that extreme? I even give you doors of escape.”

In every area of life, I stared at as many wounds as I could think of, and then scenes from the life of Jesus or a promise from His Word would flash as a response. Then He whispered, “Come to Me…you are not a physician. Time can help the throb of pain, but it will not heal the soul.” I spent a few minutes beneath gray skies seeking the “Sun of Righteousness (that arises) with healing in His wings” Malachi 4:2 for myself and many others.

After a brief phone call, I grabbed my purse and prayed that the Lord would let me tell someone who needed to hear about My Savior Who bled through life and death to redeem their life from death.

cottonfieldsSYUsually, I go into this salon like an undercover farmer and try to plant seeds wherever I can without being obnoxious. But as I sat in a hair stylist’s high-chair, foil sticking out of my head like a bad antennae, I browsed social media and saw a picture my friend had just posted on Instagram. A field of white cotton. Jesus’ words came, “I say to you, lift up your eyes and look on the fields, that they are white for harvestJohn 4:35.

“Are you Shannon?” A petite voice snapped me out of my phone and I looked up to an adorable young girl in a black leather skirt, leopard print top and sheer sleeves that couldn’t cover up numerous tattoos. I smiled at the possible white field in dark makeup and asked her the story behind the tattoos.

Thirty minutes later, after she heard about a loving Father Who sent a wounded Savior to the cross for her, she begged me how she could know Him for herself and hear His voice. “Please write down where I should start reading in the Bible and anything else you think I need…”

IMG_3214I left the salon with her smell around my neck from a big hug and thanked the Lord, that by His wounds, we all are healed. Forever.

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Because of God's infinite grace, I get to be the wife of the most wonderful pastor I know. I'm the mother of a little miracle and stepmother to a treasure. The Lord has used my past jobs of working with families affected by addictions, abuse, and other life tragedies, to help oversee the women's ministry at Calvary Chapel of the Finger Lakes. I couldn't be more thankful for the Lord's entrustment to wear multiple hats of various sizes in the ministry of "life". Praying that each of these things are being used to make me more like my Jesus and bring Him great glory. Though I love all of the Word of God, Philippians 3:10 has become my life verse and Acts 20:24 my ministry pursuit.

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  1. Barbara says:

    Love this!

  2. Karen Koczman says:

    Ooooh … God is so personal, so faithful. Thank you for sharing your story of how He saved you … and it is awesome and touching how He is leading and using you to reach others with His love and salvation. The young woman is precious. God is mighty to save! Thank you for sharing what He is doing. It’s so encouraging.
    Keep looking up to JESUS
    In His love,
    karen

    • Shannon Gallatin says:

      I only shared a drip from the ocean of sin He saved me from Karen. And I am very aware of the ways the Lord is using you and your church as an extension of His goodness and grace. I think He’s just around the corner from bringing us all home, don’t you? It was a blessing to see you at the Pastor’s Wives my friend.
      Love to you and BARB!
      Shannon

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