A Holy Kiss

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth…” Song of Solomon 1:1

Kiss the Son,lest he be angry, and you perish in the way,for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.
Psalm 2:11-12

This is an amazing verse to meditate on. It stopped me cold in my study of Song of Solomon earlier this summer. What a wonderful, intimate picture of the Church’s longing for Christ. Is it my longing? Do I really want to be that close? Am I willing to abandon anything that might be offensive to Him? A kiss is the most intimate kind of greeting–do I seek to stay in such unity with Christ that at any time I can be that close in spirit? To be ready to kiss someone is to be reconciled with them. Christ reconciles us by His sacrifice and we accept the gift by faith with repentance. With forgiveness joy comes, bubbling up into passion, yearning for expression. We raise our hands or bow down, dance (or wish we had to guts too), or sit in reverent silence, in love with Someone wonderful. For myself, I can’t wait see I can see Him face to face and greet Him, not like Judas, with a false kiss, but with a pure kiss, coming from the sanctified heart that He will give me!


A Little Bit of Something Wonderful!

I haven’t blogged for what feels like quite a while.  At the beginning of the summer I began to look into the Song of Solomon.  After only one verse in, I realized that this would be a headier task than I had imagined. If Christ loves us this much, with the love of a Bridegroom…all I can do is sit back and like Job, “put my hand over my mouth.”  Reading the book with Matthew Henry’s commentary made me look at Christ’s love for His own with new intensity. It almost seemed too much to hope for–that the God I am in love with might really love me back, ardently. It almost felt sacrilegious to believe it.  But Matthew Henry takes the claims of the the Bridegroom’s love and shows how they are reiterated throughout the Bible, from the Old Testament and the New. If this is true, I thought, this changes everything–for me.  It means I can love Him back with a crazy, amazing love–a love that will give up anything–that will run through the streets just to see Him.

Our teaching pastor made a point a week ago that struck me.  In a nutshell, the key to a life of godliness is to have something more wonderful to reach for than the vain things of this world. Actually, Someone!  If we love Christ, really behold Him, and understand His love for us, we will be able to live for Him and glorify Him. He challenged us to meditate on Christ–to let Him fill our hearts so that He eclipses everything else. For me to hear this, perched on the edge of the Song of Solomon ready to dive in as I was, gave me a thrill.  Could my year-long prayer to understand His love more be on the cusp of being answered?  I still had doubts.

Maybe, I thought, our Victorian brothers came up with the idea that this Song of Solomon was an example of Christ’s love for the church because they couldn’t handle the intensity of the imagery–that of married love. Maybe choosing to see this book as an example of the love between the Church and Christ is wishful thinking.  So, before I let myself get too excited over the prospect of being loved so much, I prayed.  I prayed that if there was something about Christ’s love for the church in this book that the Lord would bring some proof that this idea was not just a modern one. I didn’t know how this proof would get to me–since all my internet searches had turned up nothing and as a busy mom, I couldn’t look anymore. I wasn’t in conversation with anyone about it, who might be able to help me.  Nevertheless, I prayed and waited.

And a little bit of something wonderful happened!  Within two days of my prayer, at the back of my Voice of the Martyr’s magazine, I found an offering for a book entitled The Midnight Bride by Richard Wurmbrand. In reading the intro for the book it seems that as far back as the Talmud, the Jews saw this as a description of the love of God for Israel.  Actually, quite a few church fathers seemed to think so too. Sooo, it’s not a new idea! My heart leapt within me! What condescension! How could my Father care so much for me to give me such an answer so quickly!

Soooo, I am ready to take a close look at this book. I am ready to write about it and share what joys Christ shares with me. I am ready to have my heart filled up with the love of a Bridegroom and to try to love Him back with the love of  a bride.

I think I’ve seen anew Someone big enough to eclipse the world.

For My Friend…

I will try to smooth the road life has you on. It’s all I can do. I can’t let you out but I will open the windows about you, dance for you, sing to you, feed you, and shed a tear for you when you’re not looking. This is all I can do. I can’t free you…and I am so sorry.

“I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy with a voice which I took to be that of a child, which complained: ‘it could not get out,’…and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung up in a little cage. I stood looking at the bird, and to every person who came through the passage, it ran fluttering towards the side which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity–‘I can’t get out,’ said the starling. God help thee!–said I–but I’ll let thee out,cost what it will; so I turned the cage about to get at the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces… The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it…–I fear, poor creature, said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.–‘No,’ said the starling; ‘I can’t get out–I can’t get out.’ I vow I never had any affections more tenderly awaked…” (Sterne, A Sentimental Journey)