The subtle allegories of poetry often elude my grasp. Three-thousand-year-old poetry, as in the Song of Songs, leaves me completely baffled. The Sacred Journey by Brian and Candice Simmons brings clarity and insight that I can grab ahold of. Their understanding of the poetry provides food for my devotion. . . .
In Song of Songs 5, the bride . . . .
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I signed us up for a ballroom dancing class. I envisioned us gliding across the floor like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers after 6 weeks of classes. That didn’t happen.
I assumed I would . . . .
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I confess these verses confused me as a new believer. At that time, I read the Bible as disjointed stories, like stitching together thousands of Sunday school lessons.
In that light, the story of Jesus shining in His glory . . . .
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Unrestrained lust and self-gratification will not satisfy. Neither will wealth or success (Ecc. 2:1-11). King Solomon could confidently state these things because he had more women (700 wives, 300 concubines) and more wealth than anyone else – ever. So, he should know.
Neither is wisdom . . .
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Guess who is coming for dinner. . . Even I didn’t know!
We offered a salmon dinner at our home as an auction item for a local charity. . . .
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I had heard that the book of Job answers the suffering question: Why do we suffer? However, I was always unsatisfied with the answer. I was disappointed because . . .
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Just reading “the Paradise of God” brings a sigh to my lips. Peace fills my soul as I think about walking with my Jesus in the heavenly garden of God. This glorious fellowship is offered . . .
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I looked at the face of Jesus and held His beautiful countenance in my hands, inches from mine. He gently kissed my cheek, my forehead, even the tip of my nose. Over and over, He tenderly . . .
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I am steeped in the Song of Solomon these days. What is the spiritual significance behind all those agricultural analogies? As I learn, I am discovering . . .
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Tears prickled my eyes when we walked into the blacksmith shop. It smelled exactly like my grandfather’s workshop. My family . . .
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My heart burned within me. I longed to be on my knees at the altar, telling Jesus all the words burning in my bones. But the guest preacher kept talking. I wondered if I should dispense with decorum and just dash up there. Jesus would understand.
Finally, he opened the altar. Immediately, . . .
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I had never stopped to consider the spiritual significance of the temple being built on the threshing floor. Have you?
Solomon built the temple on Mt. Moriah where . . .
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