anticipation.

I have been thinking about the fact that we have been robbed, you and I.

What has been stolen is something that we gladly overlook and embrace in order to become more efficient, more productive, and more connected.

The counterfeit put in place is, quite literally, at our fingertips. The number of seconds within which we can access, share, or broadcast information – or even just call the phone in a friend’s pocket, is what we have become so accustomed to that we demand greater speeds and shorter delays.

The engagement season is teaching me a lot. Carly and I talk often of how girls (blanket generalization) think about getting married throughout their life, and they are excited about a husband – but the actual process of being joined in marriage – the wedding day – has been dreamed about, thought over, and anticipated.

It is not too far of a leap to understand that guys are not wired this way, and while we look and pray for a wife, preparing to be a husband – the planning of the wedding itself historically is where the dreams of the fiancé are set free to run and be realized.

I have been to a multitude of weddings in the last five years. It seems like this year is on par to meet or break the record for most in one year – and that means that there are many of our friends in this season of life right now. With each wedding in the last few years, when the bridesmaids are standing and the doors close for the bride to step into place – I strain to see the groom’s face. I want to see the look on my friends face when the doors open and he sees his bride. His face at the moment before the doors open – full of anticipation.

Last night we were driving back into town and were walking through plans for the ceremony – choosing songs, talking about who would be where, etc. I began to think about the fact that pretty soon – I would be standing at the altar, and my eyes and face would be full of anticipation. The music will swell, the doors will open, and I will see my bride, radiant and beautiful. My hope will be realized as she walks down the aisle, and we are joined in marriage.

So what do I think our being robbed and my bride walking down the aisle have in common? The joy of anticipation and the realization of delayed hope.

For the believer in Christ, our joy is in Christ our Lord – and our greatest realization of this joy is when we see, make much of, think upon, and rejoice in Him. My greatest hope is that of seeing my Lord and Savior, and each bit of his character that I see in His truth and God’s creation I revel in. But this only points me to a further coming day – the day of his return.

As part of the Church, I resonate with the biblical imagery of the wedding between the bride and bridegroom more strongly now. As we prepare for his coming, we are adorning ourselves with Godly character, virtue, and maturity. As a Church body, global and local, we fight to prize Christ above all, to treasure him and await his coming – for the Church is his bride. We anticipate our marriage to the bridegroom.

Don’t loose me here with the metaphor, hear me on this –

We are about our Lord Jesus Christ. He is our greatest joy and he the bridegroom of His Church. We anticipate his coming and the realization of the deepest wiring of our souls in His presence. We live through the power of the Holy Spirit to think upon this truth and pry our hands and eyes and feeble attention spans off of the Internet, the television, gossip, and neutral activities in order to pursue more of Him.

This is intentional, and it is driven by a valuing of the beloved and the anticipation of our relationship with our betrothed realized in full. This is the Christian life – humbled by the kindness of God that he would choose us, astounded by his mercy that He would save us in Christ, assured of his love for us through his covenant to us as his bride – the Church.

‘Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own
in the covenant love of Thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine

seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine!’

anticipation.

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