“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” —Revelation 19:9
When the Bridegroom comes bearing life, do not let the world draw you away. Stay, and be fed by the mystery that heals and holds. —D.
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The Bridegroom descends, not in haste, but slow and sure, a king stepping down from the mountain, bearing the old, weighty riches of His Father’s house. He comes not with a trumpet of war, but with the hush of mystery, wrapped in mercy. And here you are, soul of flesh and breath, standing in the bridal chamber, where the air is thick with something you can’t quite name, something holy. Stay. Don’t wander now. The room is charged with the nearness of the eternal. The priest calls out. The people cry, “Come, Lord Jesus.” And when He comes, He broods over bread and wine, folds them into Himself, gives them back to us as His own body and blood. The people lift their hands and cry, “Our Father,” not alone, but with the unseen hosts. This is not play or pageant. This is the wedding feast of the Lamb.
But you will be tempted to leave. The world will beckon with its noise and glitter. You’ll feel the itch to check the clock, the pull of worry about money, or work, or what you might be missing out there. The enemy waits for this. He knows when to strike, not with fire, but with a nudge. A half-thought. A small distraction. A whisper of fear. While the Mysteries unfold, while grace is being poured into your soul like oil into a lamp, he will try to draw you out, to steal what you came for. Resist him. Despise his false peace, his hollow comfort. He has no food for your soul. Only dust.
The world offers bargains—ease, gold, escape from the ache. But here, here in the chamber, with the Bridegroom near, there is something that lasts. Something that burns without burning you. Here is the place where your wounds are not denied but redeemed. Where your grief meets joy and your hunger meets bread that never runs dry. So don’t leave. Don’t trade the feast for a mirage. Stay, even if all you can offer is your silence and your longing. Stay, and be fed. This is the only table that matters.