scars in heaven

My wrist hurts just a little. I don't know if it's from falling off the skateboard or from punching the punching bag. It could be collaborative. I think some of us will have scars in heaven. Jesus, in his resurrected body, still had nail holes in his hands or wrists, and a spear gash in His side. (John 20:27). It didn't cause Him any discomfort. Our scars won't keep us from soaring on wings like eagles, running and not growing weary, walking and not being faint (Isaiah 40:31). I wouldn't expect our injuries sustained in mere daily life in an imperfect world, nor those due to sinful activities, to carry over into the next life, not for those made new in Jesus anyway, but those wounds acquired in obedience and service to the Kingdom will still be visible somehow. Paul will still bear in his body the marks of Christ (Galations 6:17). He and John the Baptist, I expect, will surely have their heads reattached, but somehow we will recognize what happened. As for Jesus' martyrs who were burned at the stake, for example, I don't know how, but I think we'll know them, too. So I wonder if I, at the renewal of all things, with my shins and knees and arms all baby fresh and clean again, will be ashamed before those people whom the world was not worthy of (Hebrews 11:38). I wouldn't expect to have any good conversations with them about how I kept my mouth shut to avoid contraversy, or how my feelings were hurt a little when someone disagreed with me about Jesus. I don't want to spend my brief time on earth carefully considering what everyone thinks about me. Should God have a long and safe life in mind for me, then there will be no reason for shame. But should He will that I know "the fellowship of sharing in His suffering" (Phil 3:10), then I don't want to miss it. I want to say that I "consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us" (Rom 8:18).