Scripture: Song of Songs 1:2
Journal: What is God’s invitation to you today?
How is he drawing you into more and more intimacy with himself?
Reflection:
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—for your love is more
delightful than wine.”
"You have seen the way we must follow, the order of
procedure. First we cast ourselves at his feet, we 'kneel before the
Lord, our maker,' deploring the evil we have done. Then we reach out for
the hand that will lift us up, that will steady our trembling knees. And
finally, when we shall have obtained these favors through many prayers and
tears, we humbly dare to raise our eyes to his mouth, so divinely beautiful,
not merely to gaze upon, but--I say with fear and trembling--to receive his
kiss; for Christ the Lord is a Spirit before our face. And we who are
joined to him in a holy kiss become, at his good pleasure, one spirit with
him." (On the Song of Songs by Bernard of Clairvaux)
Through the centuries the saints and the poets who came before us
understood something about God that most of us are only beginning to discover:
At his core, God is a lover. For we were
created out of the overflow of Divine Love, in order to experience the very
love that God had within himself—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. And even after we had turned away and pursued
other lovers, God did not give up on us, but came to earth in pursuit of his
beloved. Even to the point of giving
himself, in the person of Jesus, so that he might redeem us, win back our
hearts, and be reunited with us in love once again. In order that we might live all of our days
on earth in loving union with him and spend eternity basking in the warmth of
his Great Affection. For what God wants
more than anything is loving union with us—his beloved. And he will stop at nothing in order to make
that a possibility.
Prayer
O living flame of love
That tenderly wounds my soul
In its deepest center! Since
Now you are not oppressive,
Now Consummate! If it be your will:
Tear through the veil of this sweet encounter!
O sweet cautery,
O delightful wound!
O gentle hand! O delicate touch
That tastes of eternal life
And pays every debt!
In killing you changed death into life.
O lamps of fire!
In whose splendors
The deep caverns of feeling,
Once obscure and blind,
Now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
Both warmth and light to their beloved.
How gently and lovingly
You wake in my heart,
Where in secret you dwell alone;
And in your sweet breathing,
Filled with good and glory,
How tenderly you swell my heart with love.
—John of the Cross
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