I saw the holy city, the New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. It was prepared like a bride dressed for her husband. Rev 21:2
The Holy City, John says, is like "a bride beautifully dressed for her husband."
What is more beautiful than a bride? …
Maybe it is the aura of whiteness that clings to her as dew clings to a rose. Or perhaps it is the diamonds that glisten in her eyes. Or maybe it's the blush of love that pinks her cheeks or the bouquet of promises she carries.
A bride. A commitment robed in elegance. "I'll be with you forever." Tomorrow bringing hope today. Promised purity faithfully delivered.
When you read that our heavenly home is similar to a bride, tell me, doesn't it make you want to go home?
The Applause of Heaven (Max Lucado)