Song of Solomon 1:12-14 Part A

Song of Solomon

 

Chapter 1 Verses 12-14

 

While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.   A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, that lies all night between my breasts.   My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi.

 

We have discovered that, to us who know the blessed savior, His name is as ointment poured forth.   The very fragrance of that name causes our hearts to yearn for Him, to call out, “Draw me away!” (vs 3,4)    We were drawn by Him, O glorious thought, into His chambers.   There we enjoy the intimacy of a relationship with the Lord.  

 

Now, in our passage today, the Shulamite woman, expresses worship and adoration in the presence of the one she loves.   So ought our hearts to swell toward the one who loves us with an everlasting love.    The spikenard of our worship should send forth its fragrance upward into His presence.   Our alabaster vases ought to be broken, and its ointment poured out on His head and feet.   (John 12)

 

Somewhere I once read, “We Christians sometimes file into meetings on Sunday mornings like separate alabaster vases, contained, self sufficient, individualistic, closed up, with no perfume escaping.   We look real nice, beautiful in fact all dressed in our Sunday best.   We become vase conscious, and notice the exteriors of everyone else’s vase, we even talk “vase talk””.  

Mary broke her vase.   Imagine!   How controversial!   Did everyone do it?   No, she alone, and what happened?   All the contents were released forever.   She could never hold it again.   Many fill the churches, but the air is full of nothing.   Lets break a few vases and pour out praise to Him who is worthy.   May our spikenard fill His presence.

Why not now, before another moment passes, bow your head and worship Him who has brought you into His chamber.

 

“O worship the King, all glorious above and gratefully sing His power and His love,   our shield and defender the ancient of Days.   Pavlioned in splendor and girded with Praise.”