Still Folded

Back when there were only two of us, back when Joe and I were at the mere tip of really getting to know each other, we sat up on a rooftop overlooking the University of Tennessee's campus. He told me, in not so many words, that he knew I was the one.

If I'd have him, of course.

I told him, "Whoa, buddy!" while my heart told me, "Yep, he's right."

The time between that night and a cool, February one about a year later needed one thing to get us through.

Our napkin.

Let me explain by sharing something I just love.

*Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed separate from the grave clothes.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.

Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.

Was that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes! In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.

Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table.

For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'. But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because... The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'

Once upon a time, I shared through a favorite song, this message with Joe. That's why he later handed me our napkin, folded, and we waited for God to complete some of the works He had begun in us in preparation for marriage. In preparation to spend, through His strength, nothing short of our lifetimes with one another-- no matter the ups, the downs, or the in-betweens.

That is, as we've learned, what promises are all about.

And so during this Easter season, I am reminded of how grateful I am that Joe held his promise. Even more so, I am reminded at how grateful I am that Jesus holds all of His.

Because of them both we can hardly wait to share two little baskets with two little miracles, in Sunday bests, one weekend real soon.

May your Easter Sunday be a day of renewed promises and joy unspeakable!

Blessings,

*I recently received this in story form as an e-mail, so I know not who to give full credit.*