There's gonna be a wedding to which no other wedding could ever compare. The Lamb of Judah will marry His bride, the church, by a sea of glass, never to be parted by anything ever again. He longs and waits for His bride, for the wedding day; oh, how His heart aches for that day! His desire is to clothe her in white and marry her. It will be the most glorious union ever beheld; every beautiful wedding only a glimpse, a peek, at this magnificent day.
He prepares us for this wedding every day. Think of this life as the manicure, the pedicure, the makeup job, the hair styling, and the gown fitting. He is constantly preparing us, the harlot He chose for Himself, to be His bride. He pleads with us to shower in His blood, to take off every filthy thing holding us back from Him; He tries to get us to take off our dirty, old, torn clothes to put on our gown of righteousness, but we love our sin. We won't get ready for that day; we love our dirtiness too much. We'd love to bathe and dress ourselves in His righteousness but the comfort of our broken-in ruts of unholiness hold us back, hesitant to take what is rightfully ours by the shedding of His blood.
He cries out, "Be Holy! My bride, prepare for the day I long for so much! Turn away from your sin and run into my arms! Let me clothe you in righteousness! Be Holy!"
People of God, get ready! There's gonna be a wedding. Prepare yourself, oh Bride of the Lamb, for your wedding day!
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