Wounds

Now cool early autumn mornings, and yesterday the Memorial of Saint Pio. One of the brothers showed us this old photograph of the saint. Usually the wounds of his stigmata were kept bandaged and hidden from sight. But here as a young friar with his arms folded gently, the round wounds on his hands are exposed to view. We too usually hide our wounds if we can, I suppose we think it appropriate, after all we do not want to attract attention or look for sympathy, or appear like martyrs. But after his resurrection readily Jesus shows his wounds, his open heart. Jesus will always be wounded, full of holes. His body, the body that we are, is always like that.