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I Wore a Veil the Day I Got Saved

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I wore a black lace face veil the day I got saved.

I didn’t mean for it to be a metaphor.

Looking back, of course, now I realize that God was doing something that I had yet to understand.


It was a black veil covering a darkened face…a darkened understanding. And blood red lips. Stained with sin unspeakable.

The veil seems to be significant.

Tiny little holes. Ever so slightly obscuring my view. Distorting everything.

I couldn’t see clearly.

I walked down the aisle of the chapel toward the crucifix, tears already streaming down my face.

How did I get here?

How did I wander so far away from home without ever realizing I was lost?

I sat in a pew.

Did I take the veil off? Honestly, I don’t remember.


I remember weeping. Praying. Sitting in utter silence and awe.

I had been chosen.

When a bride walks down the aisle, she wears a veil.

Depending on tradition or culture, the grooms lifts it before or after the ceremony has been completed.

Both ways have their own implications.

Both ways still result in the same ending.


Full recognition.


We are unveiled.

But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord. 2 Corinthians 3:18

And if we are unveiled, we can grasp the image of God’s grace manifest in human form before us.

And if we can see the image of Christ in truth, without the veil, we can know what we are really supposed to look like.

We can mirror his ways.

We can walk as he walked.

Talk as he talked.

Because we are free to see without the grainy picture quality.

I looked like the Bride of Satan the day I got saved.

It’s ironic that just when the the Devil thought he’d lay claim to my soul…just as he was boasting confidently, even in my choice of clothing, that I belong to him.

Jesus galloped in on His white horse and swooped me off onto the ultimate honeymoon.

Yet, there are some days I find that I have to remind myself that Jesus washed away the crimson lip stain and the black veil of sin.

I have to fight the Wicked One’s lies. Who wants to tell me that I don’t see as clearly as I ought.

Isn’t that what he told Eve?

So, to him I say loudly, “It is finished. The veil has been torn. It is no more.”

I only knew in part. I did not have the entire picture of what true love looked like.

I still don’t have all the details of this God-man.

I’m still getting to know Him.

Just like my own husband, I have to seek Him. Spend time with Him. Listen to Him. Become intimate with His ways.

The process is long.


Sometimes painful.




And always worth it.



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