Why would people not want to go to a wedding feast hosted by the king? Why would they say that they've got other things to do. It doesn't make a lot of sense. It makes even less sense to show up and not be prepared by wearing something nice. I mean, you are eating at the wedding feast of the king.
I love this analogy because we spend so little time preparing ourselves to worship God forever in heaven. I hope that when I get there that it is not all that shocking of a transition for me. That I am so used to following God and so familiar with his presence that it seems like I am home rather than in some foreign place. JM