After over 3 weeks on the shores of Maui, time to break camp. Been a great reset. Mission accomplished: rest, reflection, rejuvenation . . . and some reading along the way. Now time to head back into the fray. And on this last morning I’m in awe afresh of the mystery.
Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her, that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that He might present the church to Himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. . . . “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church.
(Ephesians 5:25-27, 31-32 ESV)
Marriage is the earthly opportunity to experience a heavenly reality. Of being loved and sacrificed for. Of being owned and watched over. Of being the object of an affection driven to bringing out in you all the potential you were created, and re-created for. Of being presented a beautiful bride, not just on the day you first walked down the aisle to the altar, but every day afterward as your work-in-progress-ness continues to bear the fruit of the intrinsic beauty possessed through regeneration. And, for all eternity, one day to be received of the Bridegroom without spot, wrinkle or any such thing. Wholly loved for a whole lifetime that you would be presented holy in His sight.
To participate in such a divine object lesson is a privilege. To have been part of such a unimaginable dynamic, life-changing. To have experienced such a relationship, an indescribable blessing.
This mystery is profound. Christ and the church.
And I sit back this morning and ponder on the profound. Meditating on the multi-faceted realities of being the bride of Christ. Having tasted on earth the best heaven has to offer.
Wooed by a Suitor I would never have sought on my own. Won by the Spirit who opened my eyes to consider eternity, opened my ears to hear His word, and opened my heart to exercise the faith to be saved. Called not just to serve the Master as a slave, but to abide with the Savior as an adopted child of God, and to walk with Him, and for Him, as His beloved bride. Loved steadfastly, though often I languish. Forgiven fully–and that by His precious blood shed on a cruel cross–not just for my past sin, but for my on-going failures. Never forsaken, “that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water and with the word.”
Much to be in awe of this morning. Much to be thankful for. Much to compel my heart to bow in wonder and worship.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Such an amazing grace! To Him be the all-deserving glory!