Bedchamber, November 8, 2025

“Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers:“

“Yes,” Hup thought, “I was drawn – me, singular, but then ‘we’ ran – wife, Gracie – plural. That is the Gospel draw to the cross – God’s call and choosing of the elect, who cannot help but for God to create a vacuum that those within Father’s planned space are also brought in.

Singular to plural, then again back to singular… me… ‘the king brought me into his chambers! Me… you… singularly, individually… no, not communally. This is no Jim Jones or Manson mansion – there is no other God sharing such co-habitation, but as designed – one man and a woman, His Son and his bride, both one by grape and by cluster. Hup knew the King’s chamber is a place unreachable by any not carried there… whisked up, up and away… brought first in the spirit and soul, followed by body. Why are the words so alien to me, and yet real?  

“Do I know what I say is true? Yes. Yes! I do! It’s inexplicable… as much as I would have all of my family, Gracie… neighbors… Deacon Jones and Wilders – all of mother’s angry, deluded children – all tending to their own vineyards to Father’s glory and honor of his namesake… taken by Father’s grasp into this room… the King’s bedchamber… where we share the words – husband and wife, bride and Bridegroom – of a deep and rich love: “Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.”

Yes, the eyes of a dove, now descended to be seen in mine… eyes given to me to be sent out and to see… to spy out Father’s purpose and plan and to return to him, which I now have and filled with awe what do I say to him? “Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.”  

“What is meant by that? Where did those words come from?” Hup asked, barely able to speak – so overcome as he was by such a wash of love! Yes, you are fair, but you are more than fair! Pleasant? What is that? Lord! My King! There are no words! Hup paused momentarily to inhale – yes, but what was it? Air? Hup had stopped breathing hours ago. Such air! Such a fragrance coming… descending from the beams of cedar and rafters of fir. There Hup lay… looking up.