“Blessed are those who are invited
to the wedding feast of the Lamb.”
Rev. 19:9 NLT
Oh, what a feast it will be!
We’ve covered all the steps of the ancient, Hebrew betrothal tradition, and we now come to the best part: the great marriage feast!
The Father’s heavenly wedding banquet will be attended by all those who have accepted His invitation, those sequestered under the heavenly huppah and adorned in their glorious wedding garment.
The exalted King of the universe, the heavenly Bridegroom, will escort all the attendees to the banquet table to share in all His goodness.
Never has a feast been so elaborately furnished. Never has one been so lovingly served such an epicurean delight nor drunk of such a delicate, effervescent drink. This will be the greatest and most joyous wedding banquet ever.
However, you won’t be able to taste any of it if your name isn’t on the guest list. You must make reservations. So, be sure you’ve called ahead to reserve your seat at the Lord’s table!
But will we be allowed to enter and taste all the goodies?
On the day we stand before that beautiful gate of one pearl, how will get we in? What are our credentials? Will God look us over and ask to see our medals, our awards, our degrees, our denomination, how many committees we served on, or how many good deeds we did?
If works is our enter-heaven-free card, then how long does our list have to be? Let’s imagine standing in line outside that gate, and we start talking to those around us.
Maybe we strike up a conversation with the woman in front of us, curious as to what she did during her lifetime that now allows her entrance. We politely ask her name, and she answers, “Mother Teresa.” How hard do we gulp?
That gate will not swing open because of our religiosity or our self-actuated works. This is not a do-it-yourself project!
To allow us entrance, the Master of the Gate will simply check the Book of Life for the enrollment of our name. Our entrance into heaven is not what we did but to Whom we are related! God is very particular about who enters His Home; He only allows family members.
Unfortunately, many who arrive for the heavenly nuptials will stand outside the gate, rattling the bars, begging to be let in, as Jesus warned, “A lot of you are going to assume that you’ll sit down to God’s salvation banquet just because you’ve been hanging around the neighborhood all your lives. Well, one day you’re going to be banging on the door, wanting to get in, but you’ll find the door locked and the Master saying, ‘Sorry, you’re not on My guest list.’ You’ll protest, ‘But we’ve known You all our lives!’ only to be interrupted with His abrupt, ‘Your kind of knowing can hardly be called knowing. You don’t know the first thing about Me.’ That’s when you’ll find yourselves out in the cold, strangers to grace.” (Luke 13:24-28 Msg)
And then they will hear those dreaded words, “I never knew you; depart from Me.” (Matt. 7:23 NKJV) For “Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven.” (Matt. 7:21 NKJV)
We can roam the halls of a church building all our life, but unless our heart belongs to Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, we will walk the corridors of hell for all eternity.
We don’t realize how late it is. “Since all this is true, we ought to pay much closer attention than ever to the truths that we have heard, lest in any way we drift past [them] and slip away…How shall we escape [appropriate retribution] if we neglect and refuse to pay attention to such a great salvation [as is now offered to us, letting it drift past us forever]?” (Heb. 2:1, 3a Ampc)
Oh, what a feast it will be!
May you taste the delicacies of heaven’s feast… Lynn
If you’d like to follow the series:
Come…I will show you the Bride
The Bride of Choice
The Price of the Bride
Two bound together as one
that which is written
Being Called by That Name
What is the Bridegroom’s Gift?
And the Bridegroom Departed
The Bride Needed Cleansing
The Bride’s Veil of Holiness
In Expectation of the Bride’s Snatching Away
What Happens Under the Huppah?