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Weddings

I was thinking today about marriage and weddings. You know, nothing compares to the face the groom has when he first sees his bride walking down the isle towards him. People often focus on the bride when she's walking down the isle, all made up, drowning in fluffy white lace stuff, looking like a fairy tale princess. It is in those moments that I turn and watch the groom - his eyes lighting up, his lip givering, and then that huge smile that makes me wonder if his face is going to crack into a million pieces. It's kinda cool seeing how much he loves her displayed in a matter of seconds.

We aren't just adopted by God as children, or royal priest, choosen nations, set apart, and covenant people, we are also Christ's bride. This comparision is used numerous times in the Bible. God has choosen us to be His bride - like wow. A humble servant maybe, or a cup bearer at most - but his bride, that's just beyond all expectations.

And as I think of the wonderful gift that is - I wonder what kind of bride I am. Have I become so caught up in the wedding plans, choosing the cake, picking the hall, ordering flowers that I have forgotten who I am to marry? Am I blinded by the furture wedding and details that I've forgotten who my groom is?

I've been around brides before - they act like woman going mental. They live in some kind of dazed europhia where reality doesn't exist. You could tell them that the world is going to be bombed by atomic bombs, and they would smile at you. You could say that their dog died, or the cat was eaten by the neighbours, and they would calmly beam at you like you had just told them they won a million dollars. Why? Because all they can think of is the man that they are going to marry. They get that dreamy far away look in their eye, and that smile on their face - and you just know that anything you say is not going to shake them. Cause they are not really here. Instead they are looking forward in eager anticipation to that amazing day when they will be declared the wife of that special man.

And this is them marrying a human - a man who is going to leave the toliet seat up, have bad breath in the morning, leave his dirty underwear all over the house, not clean out the sink after he brushes his teeth, grow a beer belly, watch the simpsons and laugh like there is some intelligence in it, burp loudly when you have your parents over for a fancy dinner, and forget to take out the trash again. Like, we're talking human here - not always so very much attractive (sorry to all you girls that think the man of your dreams is going to always walk around in a tux looking perfect and acting perfect:)

And here we are, the church, brides of Christ - the most perfect, holy, amazing man ever to touch foot on this planet. And we have forgotten who we are to marry - we've become so caught up in the here and now, tradition, whether to infant or adult baptize, hymns or praise music, federation or not. We are so concerned about the cake that we've forgotten the groom. At least, I know I have.

Don't settle for the relationship you have with Christ today - push deeper - fully and passionately desire your groom.

posted by Adventures of a Girl @ 11:16 PM