Bro. Caleb Taft
Loving Our Lord | Song of Solomon 2:8
Song of Songs 2:8
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh
leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Verse seven closes one paragraph, a paragraph of close intimacy. It seems to me like an entire day was spent together, ending in one another's close embrace and the Shulamite charging the daughters of Jerusalem not to wake up her beloved, as if she never wanted that season of closeness to end.
Verse eight begins a new paragraph and some things have changed. It seems that that season of close, intimate fellowship has ended and now she is no longer in his close embrace and so is our relationship with our Lord. There are days, hours even entire seasons of our Christian walk that seem to be spent walking with the Savior, talking with him, feeling his close embrace, and feeling the warmth of his felt presence. We wish that these close seasons, hours, days would never end. We would spend our entire Christian life in this closeness if possible but experience has taught us that there are seasons, days, and hours where we would be happy to get any glance of him or to hear that sweet familiar voice once again.
We must be careful not to fall into despondency after a season of close fellowship with God. We are in danger of thinking that every day we are going to be raptured off our feet by his love, but he is our shepherd as well as our BrideGroom, He is our Father as well as our BrideGroom and he knows when to give us the close embrace of his felt presence and he knows when to remove the sunshine of his felt presence. There is no need in trying to figure out why in some seasons we are in his arms as in chapter two, and some seasons we seek him with tears and sorrow as in chapters three and five. The best truth to keep us from falling into despair is that "The Lord is my Shepherd." As my shepherd, he knows where to lead me, and he has led me beside the still waters and I drank to the full, through this I learned his provision. He has led me through the shadowed valleys of death, where fear gripped my heart as I beheld my sins and corruptions that wanted to take hold of me and drag me down to hell, but He was my shepherd who defeated those sins and corruptions and through the valley of the shadow I death I learned to fear no evil because He was with me. We would all agree that seasons of closeness are more enjoyable, but every season he brings is perfect and necessary. I would agree with the songwriter John Newton when he wrote these words:
O How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
December's as pleasant as May.
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of seasons or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee upon high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
So a new paragraph starts and the seasons of the Shulamite have changed, She is no longer in his embrace but notice her excitement, "The voice of my beloved!" She hears the voice of her beloved, and the word used here indicates that he is at a distance. As soon as she heard it she became so overwhelmed with excitement that she exclaims without any warning, "The voice of my beloved." She may not feel his embrace but she has heard him! When we can't presently feel his embrace we can hear him. She says he is leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. We know that every mountain has a valley and she, here again, compares him to the deer. She can hear his voice at distance and she can see him off in the distance as one would see a deer on some mountain top in the distance. Just because he doesn't feel near does not mean that she can't hear him and see him. So has it been in my Christian life, There have been seasons where I did not feel him presently but when I looked into the mountain tops of prophecy I have seen my savior skipping across the Old Testament Prophecies of his coming until one day his feet sat down in a little stable in Bethlehem. I look to the mountain tops of prophecy in the New Testament and see him leaping through the ages till the day his feet will set down on the mount of Olives and He will make all things new. I look to the past hills and valleys in my life and it is the high points that stick up above all the hurts and troubles and I see how through my life he has leaped down through the years and if I have seen him on the mountains of my life then I know he had to have passed through my valleys as well. When you can't feel him you can see him. Look to the Scriptures and you can exclaim like the Shulamite, "The voice of my Beloved!" Look to the past victories, deliverances, and works in your life and you can say like the Shulamite, "Behold the voice of my Beloved."
Notice what she said and it was this that caused such excitement, "He cometh." The reason for her excitement was because He was coming. He wasn't there yet but he was coming, He was close enough she could hear his voice to see him and this brought her enough joy and comfort to sustain her until she was back in his embrace again. Thus it is with us, He may not be here yet, but I have heard his voice, I have seen him leaping through the ages till the glorious day when we see him face to face. Weary, love-sick Christian, He is coming, this season of darkness will end and you will feel him again. Dear sir/madam who is grieving, He is coming! The King is coming!! Hallelujah, My King is Coming!!!