WHERE IS YOUR FIRST RING? – Femi Babalola

The wedding day finally dawned after eight years of
courtship. It was indeed a long and anxious wait.
James had traveled abroad five years earlier to pursue
a Master’s degree and doctorate in Neurochemistry,
while Juliet remained in Nigeria, studying for a
Master’s degree in Economics.
The church service had begun. The charming groom
and his best man were at the altar already, and then
the gorgeously-dressed bride walked down the aisle
with her Dad. She had at several times dreamt of this
splendid moment. Then came the moment for the new
couple to slot in rings. James was just about inserting
the golden ring into his bride’s fourth finger, when he
noticed her engagement ring wasn’t there. “Juliet, your
ring?” he asked gently, nonetheless, resolutely.
Juliet sought words to mutter—she found none. She
burst into solemn, but scorching tears. How could she
explain this? About eleven months ago, she’d visited
Charles—her class representative-to solve Professor
Dimba’s advanced econometrics daunting tutorial
questions. Charles was obviously interested in her.
However, Juliet in her naiveté had thought he was just
kidding. She’d thought Charles would be mindful of the
ring always clasped on her fourth finger. “Charlie!
Can’t you see I’m engaged?” She’ll announce
comically, anytime Charles attempted cuddling her.
There on that fateful day, in Charles’ simple, yet, cosy
room, Juliet felt relaxed and eventually dozed off. As
soon as Charles noticed she’d slumbered, he gently
removed the ring from Juliet’s finger. “The hallowed
ring…O yeahhhh I gat the hallowed ring!” Charles crooned to himself, smirking, as he flushed the ring down the drain.
With tears in her eyes and his, James had slid this very
silvery ring on her finger five years ago, before he left
for the United States. There and then, she promised
never to take off the ring. Of course, this ornament was
the emblem of their union. She’d vowed in her heart
never to allow any soul, except her beloved James
touch her ring. It’s gone. The insignia of loyalty for her
much-loved groom is gone. How could she have been
so careless?
Just like Juliet’s instance, many will be found wanting
at the great wedding feast of the Lamb. Their
engagement ring would be missing. Many will be
thrown out just like the man without a wedding
garment that Jesus spoke about.
“And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw
there a man which had not on a wedding garment:
And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in
hither not having a wedding garment? And he was
speechless. Then said the king to the servants, Bind
him hand and foot, and take him away, and cast him
into outer darkness; there shall be weeping and
gnashing of teeth. For many are called, but few are
chosen.” (Matthew 22:11-14).
The wedding ring is a token of the marriage covenant.
No bride-to-be is contented with the engagement ring
because the promise is not sealed until the second ring
is received. What if the groom changes his mind? What
if he finds another? The bride’s ultimate joy comes
when the groom finally furnishes her with the second
ring.
Unfortunately, not all who have received the first ring
shall receive the second. Many would have removed
the first by themselves. Many would have found
another lover, while some would have carelessly
misplaced it. Many will present fake rings which the
groom will reject. He will accept and delight only in
those who are able to keep the original ring. You will
not be qualified to receive the second ring except the
first is in place. There is no controversy: Jesus is
coming back again. However, the pertinent question is
“where is your first ring?” Is your salvation in the Lord
Jesus still intact? Are you saved at all? Are you part of
His Bride—the Church? You can be engaged to Him
today and have your first ring, the salvation of your
soul. He loves you to the extent that He died for you.
He’s gone to prepare a place for you and He’ll soon be
back.
Stay rapturable!

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