Over the last week or so, I keep coming back to this passage of Song of Solomon 2:10-14:
“My beloved speaks and says to me,
‘Arise, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
‘The flowers appear on the earth once again;
The time for singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
‘The fig tree has budded and ripens her figs,
And the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
And come away [to climb the rocky steps of the hillside].’”
“O my dove, [here] in the clefts in the rock,
In the sheltered and secret place of the steep pathway,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.”
I’ll admit that Song of Solomon isn’t typically a book that I spend much time reading because it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Ha! But over the last few weeks, this particular passage is one that I keep coming back to. Today, even more so.
There is something about the word “arise” that makes something come alive in me. Can you just imagine hearing Jesus speak this word? Wow.