Poems and Short Features The Napkin If you were a guest at a meal in an ancient Jewish home, you would arrive to find a low table and no chairs (not as Leonardo da Vinci imagined it in the painting on this issue’s cover). You would recline on a pillow as you shared the meal with others. There would be a napkin neatly folded at your place and no silverware. You ate with your hands. If at the end of the meal you felt your host had been gracious and the hospitality warm and inviting, you would lightly crumple your napkin and place it on the table. That meant you had enjoyed the meal, had appreciated the welcome, and looked forward to being there again. But if for some reason you did not expect to return, you folded the napkin and put it in its original place. It was a way of saying, “I will not be back here again.” This may be why we read about a folded napkin off to one side when Peter impulsively rushed into the tomb where Jesus had been buried: “Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, and the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed” (John 20:6-8). What made this other disciple believe? Was it simply the empty tomb? Or might it have been that napkin, lying separately, neatly folded? He may have seen that napkin and thought to himself, “Jesus is telling us he will never come back to this place [the grave] again.” The apostles were so familiar with Jesus’ life, his teachings, and his habits. His death came over them like a pall. But his resurrection had an even greater effect as that dark covering was lifted and their lives became invigorated. His resurrection truly opened a new and living way. Are our lives similarly affected? Do we have as great an awareness and appreciation for what our master did for us as they had? Have our lives been invigorated by the power of Jesus’ resurrection? As we approach the Memorial of his death, let us recommit our lives to him by spending more time with the Scriptures, being more careful in prayer, and looking for daily opportunities to share the truth with those around us. —Tim Alexander
—Annie Johnson Flint, Songs of the Nightingale, p. 90 |