Royal Weddings – Who Cares, Anyway?

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It was Friday morning, April 29th, 2011. The alarm clock went off at 4:45 am. I brewed vanilla chai tea, set out the blueberry scones, butter and strawberry jam, and turned on the television. BBC America, of course.

What a sight! Soldiers on horseback wore giant plumed hats. Crowds lined the streets, waving signs, cheering everyone who happened to pass by. Buckingham Palace … Westminster Abbey … Buildings that look like they came straight out of a fairy tale. Men in suits, ladies in beautiful dresses, crowding into the church . . . and all those crazy hats! I woke the girls around 5:30 and they gleefully joined me on the couch. We were all glued to the spectacle that was unfolding.

Finally, the Prince arrived, brilliant in his scarlet coat. His dashing brother stood alongside in a splendidly corded and bedecked uniform, joking with him, breaking the tension, I suppose. Of course, while the crowds went wild for the prince, the one they really wanted to see (the one we really wanted to see!) was Kate. Where was the future Princess?

And then, there she was. Beautiful, regal, blushing, confidently graceful.

Wasn’t she? I know I can ask, because you probably saw it, too. Or at least saw pictures later on. The wedding was a wonder from beginning to end. Beautiful music like we don’t hear often at all, anymore; timeless hymns from the Psalms. Voices in perfect harmony. A reading from Romans 12. A blessing asking specifically that the couple be granted children. And finally there they were—husband and wife, not to mention future King and Queen.

My own wedding seems so long ago, now! We were so young, so nervous, so happy. Through this crazy string of events, my perfect dress ended up costing a tenth of what it should have, and it was truly a “princess dress,” sequins and scalloped sleeves and all. We decorated with white lights and roses, and it even snowed just for me (I prayed for that.) Beautiful. I’d spent years poring over Bride magazine (did anyone else do that?) and planning out my dream day.

And then it was over. Kind of a bummer, really. I mean, this day we’d waited and planned for pretty much our entire lives was here and gone in an absolute flash! Then one day I realized . . . it’s never coming again! Never again would I get to be the bride, with everyone looking on, dressed to the nines, in flowing white. And (most likely) neither will you, right?

Hmmm… I was powerfully reminded as I watched the Royal Wedding that there is one special day still to come, the true Royal Wedding, the likes of which no one has ever seen. No one, that is, except John on the Isle of Patmos. From Revelation, chapter 19 . . .

Looking for crowds?

“Then I heard something like the voice of a great multitude and like the sound of many waters and like the sound of mighty peals of thunder, saying, “Hallelujah! For the Lord our God, the Almighty, reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride has made herself ready.”

Another beautiful white dress?

“It was given to her to clothe herself in fine linen, bright and clean; for the fine linen is the righteous acts of the saints.”

How about a Bridegroom on a white horse?

“And I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sat on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war. His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; and He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself.”

Getting excited yet? The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come!”

Misty Krasawski is the overly-blessed mom of eight children whom she homeschools in sunshine-y Florida. She has been clinging ferociously to the hand of her Lord since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, homeschooling for the past thirteen years, and has eighteen more years ahead of her with the children who are glad she will have done most of her experimenting on those who went before. Her wonderful husband Rob has much treasure laid up for him in heaven for having been called to such a daunting task. After the house goes to sleep she can sometimes be found gathering her thoughts at www.encouragingheartsathome.com.