My love lifts up his voice,
he says to me,
“Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come….” (Song of Songs 2:10)
I love when God surprises me!
On the way home from running errands, I stopped by a church to visit Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament. I was alone except for the organist, and a vocalist who were seated at the organ and whispering.
Kneeling, I rested my head on my arms, hoping not to be distracted by the musicians. Suddenly, the organist launched into the the majestic tones of Felix Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. How grand it sounded, as music poured out of the huge pipe organ, filling every nook and cranny of the empty church.
I looked up toward the aisle and imagined a bride, in her beautiful wedding gown, beginning her walk on her father’s arm. What a glorious celebration a wedding is, and the bride plays the starring role. Everyone stands to look at her as she appears in back of the church. Every eye follows her walk toward her waiting groom.
But then…another thought flooded my consciousness. If a wedding on on earth can be so beautiful, so magical and magnificent, what must the eternal espousals, celebrated in heaven, between God and the soul be like?
Surely no soul arrives in Heaven as though it were just an ordinary day. God is no ordinary Lover. Here comes His beloved, for whom He laid down His Life to purchase her freedom. Here approaches a priceless soul, fed on His Own Body and Blood. Here she is at last, forgiven, cleansed, purified, clothed in His Grace, and ready for that for which she was created — everlasting union with the Most Blessed Trinity. She will never be lost to Him again. Sin is no longer possible. She is His forever. My love is mine and I am His. (Song of Songs 2:16)
I shall betroth you to myself for ever,
I shall betroth you in uprightness and justice,
and faithful love and tenderness. (Hosea 2:21)
Yes, all of heaven rejoices as she approaches the King of kings. No one is unaware of her presence. She will even have a new name known only to her and her beloved.
“…to those who prove victorious I will give some hidden manna and a white stone, with a new name written on it, known only to the person who receives it.” (Revelation 2:17)
I am grateful that the organist continues to play the beautiful Wedding March. But my heart is caught up with awe and wonderment at what must be the celebration of a soul’s entrance into heaven. It is a new thought for me. I had never before considered it.
Yet, God has written of this unending day all over the Scriptures– His “foolishness of Love” as St. Catherine of Siena once described Divine Love. We cannot hope for too much. We cannot dream too big. Nothing we can imagine could even come close to the reality. God is so in love with each of us.
If we desire it, if we accept His Love, and truly love Him in return, someday the Creator of the Universe shall say to us:
You ravish my heart,
my sister, my promised bride,
you ravish my heart with a single one of your glances
with a single link of your necklace.
What spells lie in your love,
my sister, my promised bride! (Song of Songs 4:9-10)