06/06/2025
I had a dream last night, one that left my spirit stirred and searching. It was my wedding day, and though the ceremony was just hours away, I was frantic, scattered, looking for the pieces of my wedding ensemble. My dress was incomplete, and the parts I did find were tucked away in random boxes, misplaced and neglected. I wasn’t prepared, and deep down, I knew it. What should have been a moment of joyful anticipation was marked by anxiety and disorder.
As I moved about trying to gather the pieces, I noticed a massive billboard flashing with the faces of movie stars. It was as if the screen was there to entice or attract guests to the wedding, turning something sacred into a spectacle. The screen glowed with the distractions of fame and performance, images that did not belong in such a holy moment. This, I believe, represented the spirit of the age creeping into the sanctity of the Bride’s preparation. 1 John 2:16 says, “For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.” These images were not meant to lead people to Christ, but to entertain the flesh, and sadly, many were drawn in.
When I arrived at the venue, it wasn’t a church, and that struck me. It wasn’t confined to four walls, because the true marriage supper of the Lamb will not be held in a sanctuary built by hands. It will take place in the Spirit, in the heavens. Jesus is not returning for a denomination or a building, but for a prepared Bride. One that is “without spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing” (Ephesians 5:27). Yet when I looked at myself in the dream, my dress, my righteousness, was wrinkled and undone at the hem. There was no time to fix it. I was still finding pieces in the most bizarre places, symbolic of how many areas in our lives remain neglected or compartmentalized, packed away, untouched, not surrendered.
Then I sensed Him, the Groom, though I never saw His face. He was behind me, zipping up my dress. I didn’t need to see Him to know it was Him. It was the presence of Jesus, helping me even in my undone state. Isaiah 61:10 came to life in that moment: “He hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness.” I felt His nearness, His grace, even as I panicked, and it reminded me that even when we’re falling apart, He is still faithful to finish what He began (Philippians 1:6).
But then that screen of movie stars flashed again, and suddenly a woman I recognized stood up. She felt familiar, like someone I trusted. She wasn’t a stranger in spirit, though I couldn’t place her name. She rose in authority and said, “If you are here to see these stars, you are at the wrong wedding. These clips should not be playing and are not part of the ceremony. This is for our friend and her groom.” In that moment, many who had been seated got up and left.
Why did they leave? Because they weren’t there for covenant, they were there for spectacle. They came for the show, not the Savior. When the glamour and excitement of the world were stripped away and the purity of the wedding was exposed, their interest faded. This is a picture of the separating of the wheat from the tares. It is written in 2 Timothy 4:3–4, “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; and they shall turn away their ears from the truth.” They were never truly there for the wedding, only for the entertainment that surrounded it.
And still, I was running, still looking for pieces of my garment, still feeling overwhelmed and unready. Then I heard it, clear and final: “The wedding is about to begin.” And I was undone. Not with joy, but with trembling. I looked at my disheveled self and thought, “But I am nowhere near ready.”
That’s when I knew the dream wasn’t just about me, it was about the Church. It was about the state of the Bride. I believe I was used in this dream to reflect the condition of many of us and that no one is exempt from this needed evaluation on readiness. Though we are saved, though we know the Groom, we have areas we’ve ignored, areas we’ve boxed up and put aside, assuming we’d get to them later, or thinking that they werent so bad. But the cry is going forth, and there is no more time for delay.
Matthew 25:6 echoes in my spirit: “And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.” And in that parable, only the wise virgins, the ones who were prepared, went in. The door was shut on the rest.
This dream was not condemnation, it was a call. It was a holy warning mixed with mercy. Jesus is coming. He is near. But many are distracted, drawn to lights and fame, while their garments hang wrinkled and unfinished. We must stop assuming we’re ready because we go to church, sing songs, or know Scripture. The Groom is ready. The question is, are we?
Let the bride make herself ready.
Rechandle Schofield 5/28/25
Pls share this warning
