Share on Facebook In the Gospels, Jesus said he is like a bridegroom to his people. He said the coming of the kingdom of heaven is like people waiting for a wedding Matthew After speaking in some detail about the mutual responsibilities of a husband and a wife in marriage, and of how the two become one flesh Ephesians 5: The bearing of children will be painful, and her desire for her husband will be full of anguish and struggle.
The marriage bed will become a battleground. There are very few clues as to whether it should be fun. The Song of Solomon fills this gap. It says that along with having children, sex is for pleasure, joy, communion, and celebration. Pregnancy is not even mentioned in the book! It paints a beautiful picture of what redeemed sex looks like. The Song of Solomon gives the answer. Here are some of the ways they felt: Compare it with other famous beginnings: Does she think she is unattractive?
He begs to differ. On the contrary, her attractiveness to men is like a mare released in a corral of stallions. She not only looks good to him, she looks good to others, too.
I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. 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.
Whatever its meaning, it provides a dramatic picture of a woman swept up under the passion and protection of her man — his left arm under her head, his right arm embracing her. In her excitement she calls for a vow — a solemn oath — expressing the exquisite passion she feels: For example, see 4: Her message is that the experience of lovemaking is too powerful, too all-consuming to stir up until the lovers are ready, until they have the commitment proper to sex.
She charges restraint in the very name of the things that excite her; for the sake of sex, we must restrain sex until the right time. The pleasures and goodness of sex are heightened, not lessened by proper restraint, in the same way the Colorado River is made more powerful by the walls of the Grand Canyon.
Farther south, as the river flows through the deserts of California and Arizona, it is shallow, wide, and muddy, even stinky in spots. Wider boundaries diminish the river; sharper, stronger, and narrower boundaries strengthen it. The boundaries and proscriptions of sex in the Bible are for the sake of sex. Again, less is more — at least less as understood by one man and one woman together exclusively till death parts them.
He feeds among the lilies! Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away, come back to me, my love. Run like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains. It is also a formula on the human level of what is true of God and his people Hosea 2: She enjoys this so thoroughly that she wants it to last all night: He too waxes eloquent with a flurry of metaphors and similes to stimulate the imagination of the most unimaginative reader. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman.
Your navel is as delicious as a goblet filled with wine. Your belly is lovely, like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle. Your neck is as stately as an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus. Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty.
A king is held captive in your queenly tresses. Oh, how delightful you are, my beloved; how pleasant for utter delight! You are tall and slim like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of dates. A navel like a goblet of wine? Thighs as finely shaped as jewels? Is this really in the Bible, the Word of God? How wholesome and richly erotic sex can be when enjoyed in the ways and within the context God intended.
How much better it is than the cheap, toxic ways the world recommends. Just what kind of secret is Victoria trying to keep? What blushing mystery pauses before the pursed lips of the mannequin in the window? Suddenly, I get the message.
A purr from behind the window hooks its finger, peeling blushes off my skin, revealing bleeding secrets beneath. He is also my son, I am proud to say.