Skip to main content

Getting a Seat at the Wedding

Wedding is pretty much all we're talking about these days at Casa Wallace. We're down to the week before the big day for our daughter Emily and her fiance, Chris. We've been planning this for a year and the end is in sight.  If you've ever been through a full blown wedding (not a JP or eloping thing), you know that the last weeks are full of details, stress, a little frustration, and more details. The seating chart has been the big deal this week.  It's finally done and people who have responded that they'll attend, have a seat. They have an assigned table that will have a place card with their name. 

It's going to be a great time. We'll have family and friends around us who are there with one purpose--celebrating the marriage of Emily and Chris. They've been waiting a long time for this day, endured a long separation, and mostly communicated by Skype. There will be toasts, gifts, music, dancing, and my heart will be glad to see them together.  



While this is one of the best celebrations we experience, there is a greater one to come. It's another marriage feast, but it's going to be like nothing we've ever experienced here on earth.

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." For the fine linen represents the good deeds of God's holy people. Revelation 19:7-8 NLT

And the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb." And he added, "These are true words that come from God." Revelation 19:9 NLT

This event won't be stressful for the bride - the Church. The Bridegroom has taken care of every detail, down to what we'll wear. He'll make His entrance on a white horse.  We'll be together, celebrating, and worshiping our Savior, our Friend, our Bridegroom. It's a celebration that will continue into eternity. 

Emily and Chris will soon learn that their wedding day will be over before they know it. That year of planning will be a memory in no time. We'll all be amazed at how the time flew by and the party was over. It's the way with all human events.  

The big event to come for those who have placed their trust in Christ won't be over in a matter of hours. Eternity stretches out ahead of us as the Bridegroom who bought us with His own blood will show us the wonders of Heaven. There won't be any of the stress or worries of this life either.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever."  Rev. 21:4 NLT

But, you need to respond to the invitation to get a seat at the table. You've already been invited. Your name needs to be in the Book of Life. Don't miss that wedding by not sending an RSVP.  

I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No man comes to Father except through Me. --Jesus (John 14:6)



Comments

Aimee Brooker said…
Beautiful reminder Mrs. Wallace! Thank you and I am excited for you and your family as you celebrate Emily's marriage....will be praying for peace in the final details and the ability to enjoy the moments!!

Popular posts from this blog

The Castile Knapper

It's always fun to have family members who have a bit of notoriety because of interesting pursuits. My husband's cousin, Ken Wallace is one of those.  Ken is an artist who works in stone as a flintknapper. Flintknapping is the ancient art of shaping tools and weapons from pieces of stone. Knapping was part of the survival skill set of Native Americans. Arrowheads, knives, hatchets, and more were shaped from raw pieces of flint or chert.  Ken knapping at the Wallace Reunion Ken became interested in this process back in 1985. One of his favorite pastimes was searching fields for arrowheads, both of which are pretty plentiful in Western New York. Freshly plowed ground in rural areas often yields many different types of arrowheads since the Iroquois were the original residents of what are now corn fields and cow pastures. Fascinated with how the Iroquois made their weapons and tools, Ken started to try and recreate them. He says a lot of trial and error were involved in the...

Victim of Circumstances?

 The article below has been getting a lot of hits lately, and I thought it may be time to repost it. A couple of weeks ago, I took the picture below. I thought it pretty much sums up our life journey. We never know what's around the corner for us.  Circumstances change in seconds some days. Whether the circumstances of life are good or bad, we're fond of blaming them for how we behave and think. Here are a few of the well-used excuses:  "I'm a victim of circumstances.""The situation is impossible." "The circumstances are beyond my control." "Under the circumstances"...fill in the blank. Funny how principles, self-control, and  positive thinking can go out the window when we're "under the circumstances."  And lest you think the author is above blaming circumstances, she is not. I've used most of the excuses above, whether spoken or unspoken.  An imprisoned and wrongly accused Jewish C...

Smores Anyone?

We lived in the same house for 25 years just outside of our small hometown of Castile. It was a good little neighborhood and was mostly quiet except for the traffic on Route 39. When the signs of spring arrived, it was also time to pile up tree branches, and clean out the garage or the shed of burnable miscellany. Each year there seemed to be a contest between my husband and the next door neighbor to assemble a burn pile of enormous proportions.  Day after day I watched their piles grow until tepee-shaped woodpiles were just right to be torched. There was an art to the arrangement so that it would be totally consumed in a short amount of time. It was sort of like a bonfire on steroids. Now the neighbor enjoyed the element of surprise on the neighborhood and waited for quiet Saturday afternoons to begin his incendiary activity. KABOOM! You would have thought we were under attack by enemy forces. Then there was a rush of wind and the crackling of the k...