Reading this morning’s Gospel, John 20: 1-9, I noticed something new:
“They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter and arrived at the tomb first; he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in. When Simon Peter arrived after him, he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths buried there, and the cloth that had covered his head, not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place.”
But rolled up in a separate place…Jesus had folded his clothes. After all he’d just been through, Jesus had folded his clothes.
What courtesy, what delicacy, what attention to the homely details of life! No matter how depressed or despairing, we, too, can make our bed and straighten the kitchen. Even if we’re sick and confined to bed, we can “fold” our thoughts. Even if we’re dying, we can direct them toward prayer…