In the distance the Bride approaches. This is the day the groom has been preparing for. He had chosen his bride and gave everything for her, and now was the time to be wed. As the wedding march begins to play his heart begins to beat, his smile is contagious, and nothing occupies his mind but embracing his bride. The doors begin to creak open in the back of the church and he breaks all protocol. He begins to run toward her. He sees a flash of white behind the door, and is unaware of the faces around him that have dropped their jaws in amazement. All he wants is her and he approaches the open doors with full force. The doors opens, and he stops. He is speechless and amazed as he gazed upon her standing there.
She stood in what appeared to be a wedding dress. It was crumpled on the seems and the train was no longer white but tan from walking through the street. He was surprised at the oatmeal from her breakfast that was caked on stomach but even more surprised at the yellowed stains coming from beneath her arms. Her hair was unkept and there was no make-up to be found, in fact there were black circles under her eyes from staying up the night before. But what shook his heart, was not her appearance, but her demeanor. She looked upon him with eyes lacking in love and was apparently not eager for this day. She looked at the groom, yawned, and said, "can we get this over with?"
As Christ died for the church and gave himself up for her, he eagerly awaits the marriage feast. He has gone to prepare a place for us that is unimaginable by human minds, and he continually interceded for us. But have we taken care of our dress? Have we prepared for the day when we meet him with much excitement. Or do we stand there, complacent. What type of Bride are we?
The bride is to present itself before the one whom died for her, yet in this day and age it appears the bride thinks herself more important than the groom and that she is the one seeking to dominate a relationship of which the groom is the head.
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