Eyes welling with tears, I could barely read. My voice gained and subsequently: lost control. I tried to maintain composure. I mostly- lost.
Sure-this was partly due to the emotion I felt, at seeing “my girl” (albeit my girl shared most lovingly with her parents) all grown up and getting married. But, there was something else. As I read the words as a blessing and exhortation for their marriage and carried them in my heart throughout that day… I also saw them come to life before me. The Bride of Christ. Something, I could not wrap my brain around, I witnessed.
I saw a bride, glowing with joy, brilliant in spotless white, eyes radiating love for her bridegroom and her guests. I felt the sense of awe that guests felt, when seeing her adorned for and adored by, her bridegroom. These were things I’ve experienced at weddings before. These were things I expected and things I understood. Or thought I had.
What I did not expect, was the beautiful bride- immaculately dressed- stooping to hug children, a bride who’s veil became a tent and a bee-keepers netting, during her fairytale carriage ride. I saw a bride not too concerned with her appearance to be touched and hugged and joked with and danced with…even if it meant a few fingerprints, popped stitches of bustling and stains were left behind. I saw a bride that drew people to her- instead of holding them afar to keep herself “clean.” I saw a bridegroom who appreciated her love for people, and delighted in it.
The few stains left behind were removed in an instant with a trusty Tide-to-go-pen-(well- except maybe where her white satin heels dug into the dirt!) But the memories of a flower girl meeting a princess come to life? Memories of family and friends feeling loved enough to be touched, teased and played with even on this special day? They will last a lifetime, maybe even beyond.
This weekend- I got a glimpse of what Jesus must have been like… someone who glowed with love and joy and purity- yet cared more about people than appearance. Someone holy and loving and touching and caring all at the same time.
I wonder what the world would be like— if we lived that way- everyday, wherever we are?
I think I could handle that.
Repost from Oct 08