Awaiting The King

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Jesus is the greatest Lover of all. He loved and pursued a bride, and laid down his life so that she could be His. He was fully aware of all the undesirable things about her, but loved her deeply and faithfully. She was not faithful to him. She turned her heart to other lovers. She did not wait for him but gave herself to those who only took advantage of her.

The Heavenly Lover went so far as to suffer all the consequences of her waywardness. He paid with his own blood to rescue her out of her adulterous enslavement. He purchased for her a pure white wedding dress which covers her sin and shame. It was made of the finest material—His own righteousness. He loves a bride with a sordid past and purposes to make her pure. He loves a bride who had lost her attractiveness and He purposes to make her beautiful.

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He went to prepare a place for her and one day will return for His beloved and take her to dwell with him forever. More than two thousand years have transpired as he patiently awaits the day when he will consummate the marriage at the greatest wedding celebration of the universe.

Never has there been a Lover whose love is as deep, as strong, as faithful, and as true, and no privilege can compare with being the object of his affection. This bride has a destiny marked out for her that is glorious beyond words. She has been swept up into a high and holy calling. She lives with a heavenward gaze in a world that does not know her King, as she awaits His glad return.

–J. O. Schulz

 

Artwork credit: James Nesbitt

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A redeemed world

The world into which we shall enter at the Parousia of Jesus Christ is therefore not another world; it is this world, this heaven, this earth; both, however, passed away and renewed. It is these forests, these fields, these cities, these streets, these people, that will be the scene of redemption. At present they are battlefields, full of the strife and sorrow of the not yet accomplished consummation; then they will be fields of victory, fields of harvest, where out of the seed that was sown with tears the everlasting sheaves will be reaped and brought home.

–E. M. Bounds

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