THE SONG OF SONGS
You are my friends, if you do the things which I command you. ~John 15:14
Beloved: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for your love is more delightful than wine (Song 1:1)
A.W. Tozer once wrote, “Thirsty hearts are those whose longings have been wakened by the touch of God within them.” We need to remember this, especially when we reach that point in our spiritual lives where nothing satisfies any more. After we have heard all the tapes; read all the books; attended all the conferences we could possibly stomach, we realize that none of it satisfies the hunger deep inside.
It is as if you suddenly wake up and realize you know all about the word of God, all about the church, you are an expert counselor, yet, feel as though you do not know Jesus! It almost feels as though he has deserted you. Sure, you know His word says He will never leave nor forsake you, but you sense a hunger within the depths of your soul for more of Him. It feels as though you spent all those years playing some kind of a religious game and the whole time have missed Jesus.
Yes, you know all about a personal relationship with Jesus, you have even told everyone else about their need to know Jesus in a personal way. However, some how, for whatever reason, you are afraid that you do not have one yourself.
The truth is that you do and it has grown and matured. You have experienced his presence, and have matured in your relationship with the Lord, but for some unknown reason . . . it seems dry, senseless, and empty.
The Truth is, your life is still in the hands of your loving God, but he has begun the process of a new work in your relationship. He is drawing you out of yourself into his glorious presence. It is a new relationship that, if you cooperate with his Spirit, will rise to a new resurrection of life.
A common error during this period is believing that we are alone in this pursuit. But then I read the words from John Eldridge in his book, Sacred Romance:
Some years into our spiritual journey, after the waves of anticipation that mark the beginning of any pilgrimage have begun to ebb into life‘s middle years of service and busyness, a voice speaks to us in the midst of all we are doing. There is something missing in all of this, it suggests. There is something more.
We sense a passion deep within that threatens a total disregard for the program we are living; it feels reckless, wild. Unsettled, we turn and walk quickly away, like a woman who feels more than she wants to when her eyes meet those of a man not her husband.
That my dear friends, is what we are going to discover. Hang with me.
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