It was 1:45 am and the knock on my door had pulled me out of my deep sleep. “Who could that be?” I was curious because I was expecting no one at this hour. I swung my feet to the marble floor and made my way downstairs. My heart throbbing in fear and my weight on the balls of my feet.
As I approached towards the door, the knocking became more intense. I thought of ghosts. I thought of thieves.
Peeking through the blinds I saw a figure. Then the figure became two figures and then many figures. I could barely recognize any, but my lover. In the dark stillness, he shone. He was dressed in a royal apparel. For a second, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
A cold shiver went down my spine. He said he would come for me in a short time but I wasn’t expecting him to come now. “Why so soon? ” This was time for no questions. “My dress, my w-wedding dress! I ran upstairs and hurriedly put it on. It was torn and had oil stains.
I quickly descended down the stairs, my dress brushing against the floor.
“Open to me my heartbeat”. It was the voice of my lover. “I have put everything in order. Father is waiting. The guests are all seated. Open quickly for time is not on our side “.
I can’t wait for us to spend forever together baby.” He added, excitement in his voice.
I turned the door knob and pulled open the door. Like a fading rainbow, his smile slowly vanished, on seeing me.
I attempted to kiss his lips but he withdrew himself for my body smelled like piss and my breath smelled like I’d gargled with rotten tomato juice.
His lips parted but no words came out.
“W-what happened to y-you? ” He asked in a teary voice.
The d-dress I made for you, why is it torn?
Why does it have stains on it?
He looked at my finger, my ring was missing. “Where have you kept the ring I gave you? ” his voice was as brittle as the first ice of autumn.
A tear brimmed in his eyes. He tried to hold back but it broke free and splashed on his cheek.
I watched the pure unwavering love he had for me dissipate from his eyes. All that was left was disappointment.
I tilted my head downwards, unwilling to look him in the eye.
“I can’t…I can’t take you with me. How can you walk down the aisle in this state? You are unfit for a king ”
“My l-love, I c-can fix this. Just give me time ” I said while I attempted to wipe off the stains on my dress with a towel.
“You had all the time… It’s too late ” he shook his head. “You no longer have any part in me “.
The bride is the church and the lover is Christ.
When He returns, he hopes to meet a bride spotless,
without wrinkles (Eph 5:27),
A BRIDE FIT FOR A KING!
Will we be READY… OR NOT ?
Lots of love ❤