Hi Gracie. I read the posts in this thread and I might be able to shed a little light on some things.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that's not a physical body.
I don't mean to be contrary, but that description of him really is in reference to his physical body. It has a mouth, hands and hair. When they say his eyes were like a flame, they were
like a flame but they weren't real flames.......
The image I take offense to is the one with his head bowed and a little trickle of blood on his forehead. An historian, I believe Josephus, said that Jesus was so brutally beaten you couldn't tell it was a human or an animal carcass hanging on that cross. He only lasted six hours.
And yet God forbid one bone to be broken. Because Jesus would be using his physical body for eternity. When he rose from the dead he was in his physical body, but it had been glorified. He had a mouth. He cooked breakfast with the same hands that Thomas touched (with the wounds from the nails), yet he could walk through walls, and appear at will. He had a least 6 dimensions.
The shroud of Turin doesn't meet the requirements of the Biblical description of how Christ was prepared in the tomb.
The Jews having spent much time in Egypt, were adept at preparing a body. They dipped strips of linen in a concoction and then wrapped the limbs and body in those strips from the neck down. When the linen dried it dried like varnish. It formed a thin shell, like an M&M. They laid a piece of cloth similar to a pillow case across the head.
When John and Peter ran to the tomb, John being a youngster, got there first. The Bible says Peter wondered "wth?" But John knew. The shell was still intact and the face cover was neatly folded beside it.
Marie, I love your avatar. I had a Christian youth group, filled with kids whose parents never touched them unless it was to beat them. When I told them they had a father in Heaven they looked like as soon as they got older they'd kick his ass too!

I had to get them to understand the love of God, so they could unclench their fists.
I borrowed a baby lamb from the neighbor's farm and took it to the meeting at church. Those kids grabbed that lamb from me and I stood there talking to my Dad and watched them pass that lamb around. Every one of those kids had to take a turn. Even the hardest, toughest jail school criminal in the group took his turn at unconditionally loving that little lamb.
Then I explained the 23rd Psalm from the perspective of the lamb, line by line, starting with the impediments of a lamb and the difference between a good Shepherd and a bad one. They understood that in someone's eyes
they were that sweet defenseless little lamb, and that there was someone that wanted to love them just the way they loved that baby lamb they had held in their own arms.
There is so much talk about the wrath of God. But that avatar is what it's really about. Love.