Will our glorified bodies bear evidences of our unglorified lives?
Will my glorified body bear stretch marks from when my body developed curves?
Will my glorified radius and ulna exhibit thickening from an old break?
Will my glorified chin still have a divot from where the asphalt took its ounce of flesh?
Will my glorified back have a smattering of scars from the shingles I got in my late twenties?
Will I still be me without these marks, these scars, these evidences of life lived, difficulties borne?
It’s really rather speculative, up to anyone’s guess.
We only know one example of a glorified man, and He was more than just a man.
But He still bears scars.
“Eight days later, his disciples were inside again, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.’ Thomas answered him, ‘My Lord and my God!’ Jesus said to him, ‘Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.'”
~John 20:26-29 (ESV)
I do not know whether I will bear scars, but I know that if I do, they shall remain for one reason only–they will remain because God is glorified most in my scars.
For is that not the point of the glorified body–not that I be glorified, but that He be glorified in me?