Song of Songs was one of C.H. Spurgeon’s favorite book in the Bible; and did you know that not only did C.H. Spurgeon suffer from depression, but also gout that was so painful, he spent most of his life being hardly able to stand. Now, if you haven’t read Song of Songs in the Passion Translation yet, it’s a complete must. In Chapter four, we find this romance that reveals more about maturity in Christ than probably any other passage. It’s the Bridegroom speaking to us. He starts, because he first loved us. Nothing he asks of us comes from ourselves, it comes from his love. He speaks of our beauty, our eyes glistening with love, our devotion to him. We have taken his fruit, tasted his word, our lives becoming clean and pure. We demonstrate grace, balance; we display truth. The words of our mouth, to him, are as refreshing as an oasis, we bring him pleasure. This is how Jesus sees us; all of us. He sees our open hearts of love, he sees our passion for him; our surrender. These words strike deep into the very core of our being, his love for us is outrageous! We have been spared!
And then we respond. The Shulamite makes up her mind; she will go to the mountain top with him, she will climb with him, she will climb the mountain of suffering love, the hill of burning incense. Yes; she will be his bride. His love for her conquers her soul. And it is then that she is ready, bride of the mountains, to come, to climb the highest peaks together. The mountain of suffering love is literally ‘ the mountain of myrrh’ – the emblem of suffering. It’s the death spice, the spice of the embalmer.
And his response is a torrent of excitement; he calls her his equal! No; how could we be? And yet, his acceptance of our willingness to share in his cup, to give him our all, to submit to his overpowering love, takes us into that place of such intimacy that he is willing to share even his place with us. His invitation to truly sit with him, in the heavenly places, to share his seat comes from our willingness to respond with our whole lives. The aroma of our willingness to drink from and share his cup is intoxicating to him; it thrills him.
Accepting and embracing his suffering in our lives is a route to an intimacy that is truly beautiful to him. He does not bring or send that suffering, it comes as a consequence of our devotion. From it, our inward life sprouts, unfolds. Our life flows into his, from allowing his life to flow into ours.