Just like an ordinary engaged woman, I am looking for the perfect gown. I am searching for the wedding gowns of royalties when I stumbled upon a not-too-embellished royal gown. It is far from the usual royal wedding. This is the wedding of King Edward and Wallis Simpson. Their subjects are not present in the ceremony, their crowns are not atop their heads, for the reason that the King gave up his crown.
An article reads: “As king, Edward was titular head of the Church of England, which at that time did not allow divorced people to marry within the church while a former spouse was still alive. In addition, opposing the binding advice of Parliament was arguably a breach of the constitutional principles established by the Glorious Revolution of 1688.
“Edward suggested a morganatic marriage, in which he would marry Mrs. Simpson without making her queen, but Parliament rejected the idea. On Dec. 2, according to the BBC, Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin told Edward that he had “three choices: to finish his relationship with Mrs. Simpson, to marry against the advice of his ministers who would then resign, or to abdicate.”
“Edward decided to marry and abdicate. On Dec. 10, he submitted an Instrument of Abdication to Parliament, which approved it the following day. That night, Edward delivered a speech to the public on BBC radio.
‘You all know the reasons which have impelled me to renounce the throne,’ Edward said. ‘But I want you to understand that in making up my mind I did not forget the country or the empire, which, as Prince of Wales and lately as King, I have for twenty-five years tried to serve. But you must believe me when I tell you that I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility and to discharge my duties as King as I would wish to do without the help and support of the woman I love.'”
Wow. Biographers write that King Edward was far from the ‘perfect king.’ And rumors say that Wallis, the King’s wife, has extramarital affairs which might or might not have been known by the king himself.
This made me think. I was such to my King. Jesus, the King of all Kings, gave up his crown for me. He took the form of a son of a lowly carpenter in Nazareth. He endured being a commoner to be led to the cross to die for me. On the cross,
He said, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.” He prays for forgiveness for me. He took my sin and because of that, He asked, “Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani? (God, my God, why have you forsaken me?)” He took my shame and died for me. He gave up His royal crown and wore a crown of thorns. He did it all for me.
“It is finished,” He said as He committed His life to the Father. It is finished. He won the battle for me. He won sin for me. I am clean.
He chose to save the one He loves even if it meant giving up His crown.
And He rose. He rose victorious and triumphant, my King won.
He is now in heaven. He’s promising me a mansion up there, a crown on my head and a wedding – He and His bride.
He did all these because He wants to use me in His Kingdom and He doesn’t want to do it without me.
Who am I, O Jesus? I am simply in awe of you.
Thank you, My Jesus.
I am worthy…
I am a princess…
I am royal…
Because Jesus loves me.