Song of Solomon 2: 9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10 How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
Unlike yesterday’s passage, this one is written from the perspective of a young man anticipating intimacy with his new wife. In a sexually permissive culture like ours, it’s hard to imagine the sentiments expressed in these verses.
In ancient Israel, there was no “hooking up”. In fact, contact between a young couple would have been very closely monitored by their families and the community at large. It would be rare for them to even speak together unattended, much less hold hands or… KISS! 🙂 Out of the question! No, the courtship would be very different than today. Note this verse:
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
To “ravish” someone generally refers to intense physical contact, or love-making. Yet this young man was “ravished” by his lover’s eyes from a distance. There is an intensity of longing, building between these two young lovers over months or even years, that would finally have been satisfied in the wedding bed. Their passion could then be released within the secure confines of marriage – a lifelong covenant designed to support the intense emotional and spiritual ties created through physical intimacy.
As I write this morning, I’m thinking about my own wife Jana and our almost 26 years of marriage (anniversary on July 1). If you’ve been married for a while you know that the nature of the relationship changes over time. The red hot intensity of youth gives way to a more steady warmth built upon many years of life’s ups and downs. While the former can burn hot and then quickly die, the latter is far more enduring. It’s the kind of love upon which to build a life together.
The picture you see above was part of a story I read in another blog. The writer described a conversation with her grandfather,
“Today, my 75-year-old grandpa who has been blind from cataracts for almost 15 years said to me, “Your grandma is just the most beautiful thing, isn’t she?” I paused for a second and said, “Yes she is. I bet you miss seeing that beauty on a daily basis.” “Sweety,” my grandpa said, “I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see it more now than I used to when we were young.”
Gracious God, today we give you thanks for the incredible gift… of love. Amen.