The one body, the bride, to whom our lover will return. The bride is Schizophrenic.
If you are yet to discover the dysfunction, split ideas, paranoia of the bride, I suggest you move into a Christian community for a few semesters. You will soon find she can't decide if she loves or hates herself and has tragically cold feet about whether her groom is worth her commitment and soft devotion.
I live in a diverse community. People from different upbringings and cultures. I love my home, I love that there is always something going on, stories to tell, jokes to be made, somebody to have midnight snacks with, a sister to cry with.
But there are also times when I am in despair at the craziness. Two days ago we had one girl bring her sock draw downstairs so we can reclaim our stolen underwear. We disrespect each others time by not cleaning or washing up. Nobody takes the rubbish out. We make fun of each other (especially when international students pronounce words wrong...endless hours of entertainment). We fight over fridge space. I have struggle with gossiping like I haven't in years. The other night I couldn't sleep for the guy in the room below me playing his guitar at 1am, "worship the Lord in the MORNING for goodness sake!" I wanted to scream.
But the groom will return soon and he considers his bride to be pure and beautiful. What a challenge, what a charge. Where is my patience? Where is my appreciation? Where is our unity?
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