A bit of being juvenile in the right spirit (one of wonder and awe and glory to God) CAN be a good thing. There is a godly levity that isn’t irreverent at all! God never intended our worship to be a dusty, musty thing. Truly, before God we are all children with “grown-up” capabilities. If we lose the childlike wonder at God that moves us (like even the little baby) to clap and laugh, we haven’t grown up thereby. We have rather thrown in further with the fool who says (in some ways, though yet not all) “[there is] no God.” That’s a lie anchored in evil spirits, a lie whose spell won’t be completely dispelled until the saved arrive in complete glory.
There is such a legacy of mystery with this Shroud. I lean towards accepting that it’s what it is being taken to be, with the caveat that please, let the reverence go to God. One can be every bit as much a good a worshiper of God without ever having encountered the Shroud. I got great flak a few weeks ago when I said the Shroud today wasn’t necessary. That’s the sense I meant it in. I did not mean to demean the Lord for having made it available.
A careful word study of the tomb scenes related in the Gospels shows that Jesus left that burial cloth AND the rock tomb without taking the cloth off or rolling away the stone. The Physics behind doing such a thing has to have extraordinary energy utilization, so the trace remains of such an energy surge could well have been source for the image on the shroud. That men with today’s advanced technology still are unable to explain precisely how the image was deposited in the cloth speaks to the extraordinary energy utilization even the more! Jesus left our where/when and ‘stepped’ into a different where/when no further away from you and me than the length of a man’s arm, yet we are totally un-sensing of that other where/when.