It’s sex-and-love-with-Solomon-Saturday. What starts today as commentary on the dream of love and marriage finishes with a challenge of role-playing the Knight in Shining Armour fantasy. Rekindle the fire. Up your game with some God-honouring love!
1 All night long on my bed
I looked for the one my heart loves;
I looked for him but did not find him.
2 I will get up now and go about the city,
through its streets and squares;
I will search for the one my heart loves.
So I looked for him but did not find him.
3 The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
“Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
4 Scarcely had I passed them
when I found the one my heart loves.
I held him and would not let him go
till I had brought him to my mother’s house,
to the room of the one who conceived me.
5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness
like a column of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and incense
made from all the spices of the merchant?
7 Look! It is Solomon’s carriage,
escorted by sixty warriors,
the noblest of Israel,
8 all of them wearing the sword,
all experienced in battle,
each with his sword at his side,
prepared for the terrors of the night.
9 King Solomon made for himself the carriage;
he made it of wood from Lebanon.
10 Its posts he made of silver,
its base of gold.
Its seat was upholstered with purple,
its interior inlaid with love.
Daughters of Jerusalem, 11 come out,
and look, you daughters of Zion.
Look on King Solomon wearing a crown,
the crown with which his mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
the day his heart rejoiced.
Song of Solomon 3:1-10
We have dreams of the one. You know… The One. Some of us love love more than we love the person we love. Love is a fantasy for many, a choice for some, and a heartache for others. As I read of our bride, lying in bed dreaming of her One, I see the hearts of the young, longing for Mr. or Mrs. Right.
We search. We go about the city, through the streets and squares searching for The One. We don’t find our love. We even appeal to those we find on our journeys, have you seen My One? Help me find my heart’s desire. I won’t get into whether we have one or many potential soul mates in life – figure that one out yourself. I will ask, though, if you are seeking your One, have you asked the Lord for his direction?
We can search the world, yet if we seek God, he is able to answer us and lead us into his provision.
Our bride finally finds him. She is not going to let him go. Ever. Until she can get him to her mother’s house. Some men are running in the opposite direction. Meeting the parents is a point of no-return, isn’t it guys? Are you ready for commitment? Know your answer before you meet the parents.
At this moment, we see the warning again, to the daughters out there: don’t arouse or awaken love until it so desires. Do not run into love for the sake and attraction of love itself. Do not awaken it early. Do not be in a rush. Do not feel the need to keep up with your friends who are getting married.
All the more reason to seek God, who will temper your fantasy will his preparation and development of your life and your purposes and your values before you unite with another.
Men, the paragraph describing Solomon coming up from the wilderness in the wedding processional defines the dream of our brides. Knight in shining armour. Handsome, experienced, prepared, handy, adorned, aromatic, and joyful to be marrying her. This is a lot to live up to. It is a tall order of expectation which isn’t always met.
There is much here for those who are on the single side of the equation to have eyes wide open and be self-aware of the dream and the reality of these steps toward marriage.
Let us turn to the married, though, to suggest a little role-playing. Nothing too risqué, I promise.
Ladies, when was the last time you dreamed – even fantasized – about your husband? When was the last time you sought him out around the house, let alone the city? Is your desire for him enough to make you hunt him down in the night? And men, would you respond in a processional in which you are prepared and adorned and fragrant, joyful and thankful to be desired and regal in your entrance? I’m thinking that Dorito crumbs on your shirt probably isn’t in this dream… Dress up. Dress it up…
This might be playing a role tonight. Could it be normal or natural next week, though, or the week after?
Rekindle the fire.