Guest Author: Eliza Roop | Follow
A groom stands, waiting. He stands tall, strong, and expectantly. Shoulders squared, hands clasped, brilliant smile. He has waited so long for this day. This is the day he will finally marry his Beloved, the one whom he has loved his whole life.
Doors open. Angels rise. All heads turn as the Bride enters, dressed in pure white.
She is perfect. No spot or wrinkle or any such thing is found on her, not anymore.
She is the epitome of beauty.
The groom, however, has a few flaws. If you look at his hands, you will notice scars.
If you look closely at his brow, you will see scars from thorns that once dug deep into his flesh, leaving their mark forever.
If you were to see his back, his feet, his side, you would find even more scars, telling the story of the unspeakable pain he endured.
But none of that matters to him.
All he can see is his Bride.
With a great shout and uncontainable excitement, he runs down the aisle, sweeps her up in his arms, and carries her to the altar.
He does not remember how much pain he had to go through for this moment. He has completely forgiven her for all the times she has hurt him, ignored him, and left him for other lovers. He does not look back and wonder if it was worth it all, because he knows that the answer is “Yes.” He would gladly go through it all again just for the joy of having her, his Beloved.
He has won her heart. This is all he wanted.
You are this Bride.
You are loved.
To Him Who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before His glorious presence without fault and with great joy—to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. | Jude 1:24-25