It was my first assignment and I was happy
to acquire a permanent position. I was crisp,
clean, and brand new. I was wrapped around
the cold, dead body of Jesus of Nazareth. The
smell of spices and perfumes seeped into me.
The weeping and wailing were to be expected
during this preparation for burial but sorrow
spread all over me. Countless tears fell,
drenching me. The mother of this Nazarene
was the most broken up…her body pressed
close to me as she continued to hold her son.
The conversation in the tomb told me this man
Jesus was innocent of any crimes. I understood
He was simply the victim of the religious pride
and jealousy of the temple priests. This cut me
to the thread! He had suffered much at the hands
of His tormentors. I covered the wounds on His
head, His opened side, and huge holes in His hands
and feet. His entire body was severely cut and
badly bruised. Being so close to Him I could feel
each point of pain He had endured…and I hurt.
For three days and nights I kept my position. Then,
at the dawn of the first day of the week the most
incredible thing occurred! This brilliant Light entered
the tomb! It went through me like a trillion stabs of
lightening! I can only explain it in words I’m familiar
with, but it was red hot and powerful! It burned right
through me yet did not consume me. Whaaaat?
The man, Jesus, sat up!! I could hardly believe or
comprehend what was happening! The body so
cold and lifeless only moments before was alive!!
However, there was something very different about
this body. It still felt like flesh…yet there was a
supernatural feel to it…very strange indeed.
He unwrapped me from around his body and gently
laid me on the slab. Oh, no, my assignment had
just begun and here it was ending! But He could read
my thoughts! “Be of good cheer,” He assured me,
“Your assignment is not ending. It will continue
throughout history. You see, you bear the image
of my wounds…you are my witness!"