"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."


~C.S. Lewis




Friday, June 24, 2011

Being awaken to royalty

I feel I have nothing to write, yet, I wonder what makes me sit here, Bible open on my lap, compelled to write and yet not knowing any words, only longing to express truth to a world that is searching. The Lord says, write. So, I write, not knowing what will come.

I die inside. I walk down the street and I don’t see people; I see images of God. After knowing Christ, I can’t see them any differently… all people of such royalty. Kings and queens, princes and princesses, a glorious inheritance awaits them! But they do not know; they sleep. They sleep in the tower under an enchanted sleep while thistles grow up around the castle. They sleep; they need to have their Beloved give them the kiss to break the spell. I used to think that I alone could wake them up. If only I hacked through the thistles, broke through the door, fought my way up the winding staircase, I could be the one to break the magic spell and show them their glorious inheritance.

But it didn’t work. Time and again, even if I had fought my way into the castle, I could not wake them up. I know now, why.

I am not the Beloved—the true love—the prince—I am not the one who can break the spell. Did I learn nothing from those fairy tales? Only the prince can wake the princess.



 Then I saw heaven opened, and a white horse was standing there. Its rider was named Faithful and True, for he judges fairly and wages a righteous war.  His eyes were like flames of fire, and on his head were many crowns. A name was written on him that no one understood except himself.  He wore a robe dipped in blood, and his title was the Word of God….  On his robe at his thigh was written this title: King of all kings and Lord of all lords…

[And He said to his bride,]  “No one had the slightest interest in you; no one pitied you or cared for you. On the day you were born, you were unwanted, dumped in a field and left to die…. As you lay there, I said, ‘Live!’  And I helped you to thrive like a plant in the field. You grew up and became a beautiful jewel…So I wrapped my cloak around you to cover your nakedness and declared my marriage vows. I made a covenant with you, says the Sovereign LORD, and you became mine.

“Then I bathed you and washed off your blood, and I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin.  I gave you expensive clothing of fine linen and silk, beautifully embroidered, and sandals made of fine goatskin leather.  I gave you lovely jewelry, bracelets, beautiful necklaces,  a ring for your nose, earrings for your ears, and a lovely crown for your head. And so you were adorned with gold and silver. Your clothes were made of fine linen and were beautifully embroidered. You ate the finest foods—choice flour, honey, and olive oil. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen...

Then I heard again what sounded like the shout of a vast crowd or the roar of mighty ocean waves or the crash of loud thunder: 

“Praise the LORD!
For the Lord our God, the Almighty, reigns.
 Let us be glad and rejoice,
and let us give honor to him.
For the time has come for the wedding feast of the Lamb,
and his bride has prepared herself.
 She has been given the finest of pure white linen to wear...”

And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven like a bride beautifully dressed for her husband... resplendent in the bright glory of God.


~Ezekiel 16; Revelation 19, 21