My Name Is Bride

It’s been 2 days since Easter, He is risen, but left us one last gift, the Spirit of the Truth that the world has never known. The job is completed. The door is now open. The veil is now removed. Nothing else is necessary. Nothing else can be done.
Before His colossal work I have one attitude: To become His bride.

My eyes must be sparkling with His Glorious Presence. My robes must be fresh and white. My feet must be wearing the sandals of readiness. My head must be anointed with fresh oil, AT ALL TIMES.

I don’t deserve Jesus, I know, but I wanted Him, from almost the very first time they mentioned Him. I know I am not perfect, but I have a strong faith that He will perfect me. I want Him in my life. I accepted His sacrifice for me, and since then I no longer live but Christ lives in me…that is my attitude before my Husband to be.

I am not doing Him a favor for accepting Him. No, He is the giver of every good and perfect favor. I am not doing the church any favors for serving, on the contrary, when I serve the church I serve myself.

I will rise with Him some day. It won’t be the same as now, the same as when I first heard of Him. The sword in His mouth, the fire in His eyes, the crushing feet of brass, are things hard to imagine, but that is my God.

Like a mother He continues to cue and warn: watch out for licentiousness, watch out for jezebel, watch out for the nicolaitans, watch out for your blindness nakedness and spiritual poverty, watch out for the assembly of satan and the false believers, Hold Fast To What You Have, Return To Your First Love….

The challenge has been put before us Sunday night, to represent Jesus Christ before this generation before this age. We are no longer children, enough babbling, enough stumbling. Serve Him with humility, honor and zeal.