Saying Yes

As it has been explained to me, the custom of betrothal involved more than a dry-mouthed permission-asking of a nervous Jewish bachelor.

There was a process, a pattern, a give-and-take of understanding that brought about a relationship. A girl's father didn't just hand her over to the highest bidding eligible fellow. She could show her approval in the offering of a drink; a winsome smile in the presence of her family. This, at its best & intentioned purpose, was not an arranged marriage but instead a planned one. 

If we would believe, as I most assuredly do, that this thing called marriage [& even the process of getting there] is reflective allegory of the wooing & relationship of a Savior & His Church, well then, we have much to take seriously; much to rejoice! 

Christ has called upon us with his proposal, paid our bride price, prepares & builds for us a place to be with Him.

He proves trustworthy & sacrificial; loving beyond himself & confident of his choice. 

So my mouth to this communion juice is a picking up of the cup & saying yes to a covenant of betrothal with a Promised Groom who far exceeds any I would become attracted or attached to on this earth. A yes that I will not regret. A covenant I have been created to enter into.