but they all alike

The account of the resurrection of Jesus differs in small details across the four gospels -- to be expected during a time of great wonder and angelic presence and confusion and joy. One detail that has always stuck out to me is a detail included in John (of course it would be John). In John20:7, John details how Simon Peter enters the tomb and finds the empty linen wrappings, but v7 specifically mentions that the head wrappings were rolled up by themselves and sitting apart from the other wrappings.

I have expressed on several occasions that I suffer from OCD. Suffer is a strong word since I don't really mind it. And this little detail, and this vision of the Lord rising from the dead in glory and pushing Himself through these wrappings as they all fall to the grounds. And He rubs His eyes and smiles and then thinks of the wonderful day before Him and how joyous that reunion will be with His disciples and family and friends. And angels come to bow down before His majesty.

And in all this light, the Lord picks up His head wrappings and takes the time to neatly roll them up in a tight little bundle and places it neatly in a corner. Of all the images in this grand rising, the one that grabs my heart the most is this image of Jesus perhaps having a little OCD in Him.

It is the nature of man to make God into His own image. This obviously creates problems when we box the Lord in; we cannot compehend His character in its fullness and always fall short of the truth of His being. But I think some things the Lord doesn't mind; I don't think He much minds when we relate to aspects of His character, or find ground that is common between us. Is that not the relationship God wants with us? One where we walk with each other, find out about each other, get excited when we find that, hey! You and I have this thing in common! Isn't it wonderful?