MERRY MONDAY BY PARRIS
“Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.” Song of Solomon 8:14
This past week Louisiana folks have seen the images or experienced loss from yet another flood. Last month we moved into our home from the March flood and last week watched our little river overflow into the property. My subconscious began to play games with me designing a spilt level house, at the same time guilt that I was spared, then sadness over other’s loss. I am thankful that Christ’s presence prevails in the storm and washed away those thoughts!
It is in times like these we can say, “MAKE HASTE!” Somewhere in the suddenlies of life, remember the spices flow out of the hard times. All my gutting, rebuilding and living like weirdos made me all the more yell—“make haste” this place is not my home!
Matthew Henry says, “The heavens, those high mountains of sweet spices, must contain Christ, till the times come, when every eye shall see him, in all the glory of the better world. True believers as they are looking for, so they are hastening to the coming of that day of the Lord. Let every Christian endeavor to perform the duties of his station, that men may see his good works, and glorify his heavenly Father. Continuing earnest in prayer for what we want, our thanksgivings will abound, and our joy will be full; our souls will be enriched, and our labors prospered. We shall be enabled to look forward to death and judgment without fear. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.”
How are you my friend when the storms of life hit you suddenly and you see all that you’ve had wash away in a moment? I can only pray-Make haste to the mountain of spices where Christ will carry you through.
Spurgeon shares out of his storms, “It is the longing of a soul, then, not for salvation, and not even for the certainty of salvation, but for the enjoyment of present fellowship with him who is her soul’s life, her soul’s all. The heart is panting to be brought once more under the apple tree; to feel once again his “left hand under her head, while his right hand doth embrace her.” She has known, in days past, what it is to be brought into his banqueting-house, and to see the banner of love waved over her, and she therefore crieth to have love visits renewed. It is a panting after communion. Gracious hours, my dear friends, are never perfectly at ease except they are in a state of nearness to Christ; for mark you, when they are not near to Christ, they lose their peace. The nearer to Jesus, the nearer to the perfect calm of heaven; and the further from Jesus, the nearer to that troubled sea which images the continual unrest of the wicked. The Christian without fellowship with Christ loses all his life and energy; he is like a dead thing. Though saved, he lies like a lumpish log—