Off to a Wedding

Weddings are a reenactment of sorts of the marriage of the Lamb. With high-church solemnity, we see the promised hope come to pass, a mystery too great for words brought to our sight on the terrestial stage, and welcomed to life by God Himself at heaven's gate. Here at the threshold of the altar, an awful loving is provoked in our wisened souls such that we may catch a glimpse, for only one banked moment, the beauty of a redemption.

dilated eyes

We see by light shining into our eyes and onto objects, but given too much light we go blind. The once-created safety valve, once breached, cannot prevent the eye's damage. If our natural eyes cannot look at the sun and survive, how much less can our souls look upon the Glory of God and live? I need a medium to protect me from the holiness of his face turned upon my soul. When tomorrow my old body returns to dust, I will need a new face to behold His. Am I ready to receive Christ's face for my own, as if he were my head and I his body?