Run down the aisle . . .

Last week my wonderful wife had asked me why I hadn’t written a blog about her yet. I had promised to, yet never had. It’s a tricky question.

“Uh, because I don’t know what to say?”

It’s a tricky answer because I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just that it’s true. What can you say about feeling completed by a person, more confident in their presence, motivated to love whole-heartedly? Well, that, I guess.

Jesus always talked about coming back for His bride. That the people who make up His Church are His bride. What powerful imagery. But how can you understand it if you have no frame of reference? I never understand what it meant to have my bride ushered down the aisle before me until I was standing at the end of the aisle. The anticipation was was killing me. I wanted to run down the aisle to my wife. Forget formality. Forget ritual. Just give me my wife!

He’s probably thinking the same thing. Jesus. He is probably standing there, screaming for us to run to Him, because He knows He can’t run to us. He wants for us to feel complete. He wants for us to feel confident. He wants for us to love whole-heartedly, to finally feel alive. Oh God. That is awesome.

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