Furious Longings and Skeptical Souls (1)
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
“Arise, my darling;
My beautiful one, come away with me!
Look! The winter has passed,
the winter rains are over and gone.
The pomegranates have appeared in the land,
the time for pruning and singing has come;
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree has budded,
the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance.
Arise, come away my darling;
my beautiful one, come away with me!”
I can wrap my head far more easily around the idea that God loves me than I can imagine Him crooning these words over me.
springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love
My faith has been twisting and turning in the violent wake of a paradigm shift, and my mentor recommends that I reawaken my sense of Jesus as a person. Prayerfully. Meditatively. Reach out my ears and listen.
It is Jesus the person who saves.
Not Jesus the collection of verses.
Not Jesus the idea.
Not Jesus the Icon.
It is Jesus of Nazareth, the one Paul describes in the first verses of his letter to the Christians in Rome, the one John meets on Patmos in the Revelation – the Was One, the Being One, the Coming One – that fascinates me. I want to know Him. I want to be known by Him.
There’s a rumor going around that he has a furious longing for me, too – but I don’t really know about that.