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The Song of Solomon and Jesus

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“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.”  Song of Solomon 5:8

When I think of the moment when Mary of Magdala was searching for Jesus but couldn’t find Him after He had resurrected from death, I am reminded of the Shulamite woman in the Song of Solomon searching for her Beloved.  ”

Jesus let Himself be found by Mary because she sought Him with all of her heart… just as the Lord told Isreal centuries earlier in Jeremiah 29:13:     ” You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

Prior to this, sad to say,  Jesus’s closest disciples portrayed the Shulamite woman in the Song of Solomon when  her Beloved knocked on her door from the trials and dew of the night,   and she failed to open the door to Him in time.

(“I was asleep but my heart was awake. A Voice! My Beloved was knocking:  “Open to Me , My sister, My darling, My dove, My perfect one!  For My head is drenched with dew;  My locks with the damp of the night”)“I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again?)

When she did open to Him,  He had already gone., thus beginning her search for Him.

(“I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.” Song of Sol. 5:6)

Jesus , finding His disciples asleep, told Peter:    “So, could you not watch with me one hour?  (Matthew 26:40)   and “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”.

Your first day in Heaven…

I Want to See God

My love lifts up his voice,
he says to me,
“Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come….”  (Song of Songs 2:10)

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I love when God surprises me!

On the way home from running errands, I stopped by a church to visit Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament.  I was alone except for the organist, and a vocalist who were seated at the organ and whispering.

Kneeling, I rested my head on my arms, hoping not to be distracted by the musicians. Suddenly, the organist launched into the the majestic tones of Felix Mendelssohn’s Wedding March.  How grand it sounded, as music poured out of the huge pipe organ, filling every nook and cranny of the empty church.

I looked up toward the aisle and imagined a bride, in her beautiful wedding gown, beginning her walk on her father’s arm.  What a glorious celebration a wedding is, and the bride…

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