We were discussing.... The Bride of Christ

We were discussing.... The Bride of Christ

Jesus of course is the husband
His Bride is ... us.

Jesus enters the house, his beautiful gift in hand. All is dark, dank, and smells of death.

He finds her lying on the floor as He always knew He would, broken at last by sin and conquered by death. Unhearing, unseeing, dead. Even knowing what he would find does not ease the pain of seeing her so - He weeps, as his tears fall upon her unlovely face He cries:

O how I have longed to gather you in my arms, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!

He places the perfect sparkling diamonds in her ears, washes her with his tears, covers her with his pure white righteousness, and yet she sleeps... for a little while longer. There is more to be done, and His spirit groans within.

He faces the Enemy who slayed her, the smiling evil face that has been waiting for him in the darkest corner, waiting patiently for what it thinks is this, its most triumphant moment. The voice of evil rasps: there is still a price to be paid...

Take me, He says.

Three days later, she arises to His touch on her hand, clothed in His righteousness, cleansed by His blood and tears, she kneels and weeps at His feet crying 'My Lord and My God, you have saved me, saved me'. Gone are the shackles that bound her to sin and death. His righteousness covers her like a beautiful gown; His cross falls over her heart, her face; his Truth shines from Her eyes and overflows from her lips...

There is no thought of repayment in her mind, only of His sacrifice, and the Gift, and the Love He pours over her night and day. There is no thought in her mind but of Him, and no desire in her but for His face, and to serve Him only.



... and that's how beautiful the Gospel is.

disclaimer-
(my desperate apologies because I know that all analogies fail somehow but it sprang into my dark little mind like a beacon so I had to share it with you)