The Folded Napkin
I pray that everyone has a wonderful Resurrection Sunday when remembering the cross is empty, the stone is rolled away from the tomb, and our Master is not in the grave. The grave clothes are lying in the corner, but, the napkin that was on his face is folded neatly and placed where His head had lain.
If I remember correctly in the Hebrew culture, the folded napkin represents that the Master of the house is not finished with his meal and he will be returning to to the table to finish his meal. And HE did!!! He was with His friends and followers for 40 days! More than 500 people were eyewitnesses to the fact that He's Alive!!! He's Alive!!! He's Alive!!!
After 40 days, He ascended into Heaven to be with the Father, just waiting for the Father to say, "Go get them Son, bring them Home!" There isn't an obituary any where for Him! There's no grave marker! There's no head stone! Those things are needed only for the dead and NOT the living! He's Alive!!!
He's sitting at the right hand of the Father pleading on behalf of each one of us. When the accuser comes before God and tries to accuse any of God's own children of something, our Messiah is sitting beside Abba Daddy saying, "I covered that!" "Look again Father, My blood is covering that!" "Nope, that's not so Daddy, I took the stripes to cover that!"
To know that we have a friend that would take the stripes that actually had our names on them, is almost beyond my comprehension! The best part of the story, the napkin is still folded and waiting for the Master's return and He is coming again!!!!!!!!!! He's Alive and He is coming again!!!
praise God for the greatest gift we have ever known, Salvation as a result of Resurrection Sunday!!!
I hope and pray as the day slows down that we can all stop and contemplate what the meaning of Resurrection Sunday actually means for us. it means that we get to spend an eternity with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, our one and only Messiah!!!! blessings of mercy and grace be ours, all because of Resurrection Sunday. hugs and love, patty
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