He shuffled his feet and wiped his sweaty palms on his jacket. His face twitched, producing a peculiar, cockeyed smile. Then, the bride began her promenade down the aisle, and the groom’s whole body radiated with delight. They were so anxious to look their best for each other. All decked out in their wedding finery: He, fit to meet the bride; she, fit to meet the bridegroom. As I sat in the chapel praying for them, the thought occurred to me: Jesus is fit and ready to meet me as His Bride, but am I fit and ready to meet Him as my Bridegroom? If Jesus died that the church, His bride, ... Read the Post