When Jesus rose from the dead, the great burial stone had shaken in earthquake before warrior angels of light. As human soldiers fell as ones dead before the Power of the Holy One, the early morning birds hushed their song in awe at the happenings.
Jesus mulled over recent events; His grievous jailing, torture and dreadful death. His vandalization of the gates of Hades and the confrontation with satan the great usurper. The journey in which the Redeemer led the peoples through newly opened celestial gates into Heaven.
Although the Son of God was busy with so many things, He found time to turn back. In remembrance of the teachings received during His Youth from His beloved Mother and trusted Foster-Father, Jesus did even the smallest thing well.
He neatly folded the linen cloth which bore witness to His sufferings. Such a small thing. Such a great thing. "He has done all things well."
Let us follow Christ's example, in the tiny details of life. If we do, our character will be so moulded as we follow in the Footsteps of the Son, that the great things will take care of themselves.
He Has Done All Things Well
Before the dawn could find its voice,
the earth itself began to speak:
a trembling hymn beneath the stone
that sealed the Silence of the world.
The ground convulsed -
not in chaos, but in recognition.
For Heaven’s warriors, bright as fire,
descended clothed in living light.
The stone, so heavy with despair,
was cast aside like breath on glass.
No hand of man could stand that hour.
The guards fell down as though undone,
as though the weight of Glory
had unmade their strength.
Even the birds,
those heralds of the morning,
paused upon the edge of song;
their fragile notes held back in awe,
as if creation itself were listening.
Then Christ arose.
Not as one returning,
but as One who had conquered return;
the Living One from death’s deep night,
the Victor over every grave.
He stood in quiet radiance,
the Wounds still speaking love,
the Body once so broken
now bearing endless life.
In that sacred stillness,
Jesus remembered -
The long night’s sorrow -
the kiss, the chains, the mocking cries:
the scourge, the thorns, the lifted Cross -
each pain a thread in Love’s great weaving.
He remembered deeper still;
the gates of Hades torn apart,
the clash with the ancient thief,
the keys reclaimed from trembling hands,
the countless souls led out of shadow
into the widening light of Heaven.
So much;
so vast;
so world-renewing.
And yet…
Jesus turned aside.
Not to thunder.
Not to summon hosts again.
But to something small.
The linen cloth,
still bearing witness to His suffering,
lay where it had been cast in haste.
The Master,
Risen Lord of all creation,
stooped.
With Hands that broke the gates of death,
Jesus folded the cloth:
carefully,
intentionally,
as once He had learned
in the quiet home of Nazareth.
The teachings of His Mother; gentle, steadfast.
The guidance of His Foster-Father; faithful, true.
The hidden years,
the ordinary holiness of daily things.
Nothing forgotten.
Nothing beneath Him.
Such a small act;
a folded cloth in an empty tomb.
Such a great act -
a life that leaves no love undone.
For He who conquered death itself
did not neglect the smallest good.
“He has done all things well.”
And so He teaches us -
not only in wonders that shake the earth,
but in the quiet shaping of the soul:
That greatness is not only
in the gates we break,
nor in the battles we endure,
nor in the victories Heaven proclaims -
but in the unseen faithfulness
of every moment given to God.
Fold what is yours to fold.
Tend what is yours to tend.
Love in the smallest places.
For when the heart is formed
in the Footsteps of the Son,
even the smallest things
become eternal.
Thereafter the great things,
in their time -
will follow.
With thanks to Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoWuHk43mx4
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