Okay. This question is mainly for the girls. Guys, in the scheme of things, you are still part of the Bride. So don’t stop reading.
When you were little, did you ever dress-up as a bride?
When I was very young, I had the most precious grandmother, but, unfortunately, she died at the age of fifty-three from a heart condition due to being overweight. As of this year, that was sixty years ago.
She had two dresses made of satin, one pink and the other blue, each with matching shoes. I loved putting on one of the dresses, a pair of shoes, and adding her jewelry.
I have no pictures from that time but I must have been a hilarious sight, tripping over her voluminous dress as it wrapped around my tiny body several times, clunking around in her colossal shoes, and, of course, with a very, long veil dangling from the top of my head made of toilet paper!
Back then…I pretended to be a bride. But now…I do not want to pretend. I want to be that pure, spotless, unblemished Bride for my Bridegroom. I want to be the real thing prepared for Him.
Unfortunately, the Bride of Christ is ill prepared for Her wedding day. She pretends to be real, but is She?
Her wedding gown looks like She dragged it through the mud, and She’s full of spots and wrinkles.
Not guarding the purity of Her heart has stripped it of divine peace, laying it bare to moral waning and even hopelessness.
Her eyes grow dim by gazing at things She shouldn’t. And Her hearing is diminished by listening to voices other than Her Beloved’s voice.
She loosened Her girding a few notches to make room for other ideas, causing Her belt of truth to fall down around Her ankles, tripping Her.
Sometimes wandering off course, She becomes entangled in the traps of the enemy and ends up standing at the fork of indecision. In an attempt to be like everyone else, She’s enmeshed in the affairs of the world, no longer standing on Her principles against evil.
She lowered Her shield of faith and is in danger of the fiery darts of the enemy.
Her Bible sits neglected on the shelf, collecting dust from lack of use, leaving Her defenseless and without protection.
Along with everything else, She shoves Her prayer time into a timeslot of a schedule and then forgets the appointment.
When Her Beloved returns, how will She look? How will we look? Will we be a pretend Bride?
Will we be wearing a mopey face, hair covered in the ashes of doubt and worry, breath smelling of negative words, and a ratty old wedding gown of self-pity, ripped and stained, full of the filth of the world?
Or will we be “a bride beautifully dressed for her husband,” (Rev. 21:2 NIV) adorned with a smile on our face, joy in our heart, songs of praise on our lips, dressed in a pure, white garment of salvation and righteousness, and crowned with the gift of the Bridegroom?
God’s holiness dictates no less than our uncompromised purity; His righteousness demands no less than our unconditional surrender. And our heart’s desire to be real.
I don’t want to play Bride. I want to be real. No clunking around! How about you?
May you always desire to be real…Lynn