A Three-Minute Book Club post
I’m working on a post for tomorrow that I’m really excited about on the topic of order. Since I don’t have it done yet, I thought I’d do a quick book post with an excerpt that I’ve been thinking about as I write it. It’s from 10 Prayers God Always Says Yes To by Anthony DeStefano, which I bought after reading this stunning recommendation from a mom who experienced unthinkable tragedy. The whole book is a great read, but I today I’ve been thinking a lot about this observation on the topic of order:
Near the end of the Bible we see yet another indication that peace and order are part of God’s character. After the Crucifixion, Christ’s body was placed in a tomb and covered with a shroud. Two days later the apostles discovered, to their amazement, that he was no longer there. When Peter entered the tomb on Easter morning, he observed that the burial shroud was separated from the cloth that had covered Christ’s face. The Gospel of John then reports the following fascinating detail: “the cloth, which had been on the Lord’s head, was not lying with the linen shroud but was rolled up in a place by itself.”
Think for a moment what this means. Jesus Christ, who Christians believe to be God himself, didn’t just rise from the dead and miraculously appear before his disciples. Nor did he just get up off the stone slab he was lying on and exit his tomb, leaving his shroud and facial covering on the floor. No. Before Christ completed his mission on earth, he took the time to roll up his burial cloth and put it neatly in a corner. That means that the very first thing God did after rising from the dead was tidy up!
It’s such a tiny detail, but it means so much. Remember that this is the same God who separated light from darkness and brought order out of chaos when he created the universe.
I am a natural slob, and I always used to maintain that I could be just as happy in a messy room as I could in clean room. But over the past few years I’ve been converted on this issue, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it coincided with my religious conversion. As I seek to daily achieve that sort of deep peace that only comes through union with God, I find that it’s much more difficult to do when my physical surroundings are in disarray. And now that I think about it, it makes sense: after all, the God whom I seek to know and emulate is the God of order. Any other ex-slobs (or, in my case, trying-to-be-ex-slobs) experienced anything like that?
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