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Song of Solomon: Virginal Wooing

Have you ever ordered more pizza than you needed? Like me, you probably tried to eat it all because you’d spent the money but also had some tasty cold pizza left over for breakfast the next day. Blogging through our Song of Solomon series has been a little like this for me: far too muchContinue reading “Song of Solomon: Virginal Wooing”

Song of Solomon: The most important verse in the Bible (part two)

~ I am very dark, but lovely,     O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar,     like the curtains of Solomon ~ Songs 1:5 Our Obsession with the Outward Other than all being blokes with varying degrees of sex appeal, what do Dale Winton, Donald Trump and Bradley Cooper all have in common? They allContinue reading “Song of Solomon: The most important verse in the Bible (part two)”

Snog of Solomon: Kisses (part one)

“Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth! For your love is better than wine” ~ Songs 1:2 ~ Kisses We all love a kiss even if it’s a TCP-infused kiss from your Grandpa or a hairy peck on the cheek from an old family friend. Kisses can be tolerated and wiped awayContinue reading “Snog of Solomon: Kisses (part one)”

Song of Solomon: When We Don’t Want to Eat (Introduction)

Jack is a young lad who goes to the same gym as us – I guess he must be in his very early twenties – and, very unusually for any bloke in the gym, recently opened up to me while we were stood recovering together next to the leg extension machine. I’d asked him, “howContinue reading “Song of Solomon: When We Don’t Want to Eat (Introduction)”

Ready: Developing Affections in an Adulterous World

“Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.” He’s leaping and bounding towards us. He’s coming over the horizon. He’s walking up the road. He’ll be here any moment. What do you do? Tidy the house? Hide? Run out to meet him. And he says: Arise, come withContinue reading “Ready: Developing Affections in an Adulterous World”

Dark Are We Yet Lovely

I was at a friend’s house over the weekend for breakfast and afterwards watched his little 4-year old boy plumb the depths of despair and rise to the heights of elation, back and forth, in literally less than a second. His roller-coaster emotions depended entirely on the pressure of water coming from the water hoseContinue reading “Dark Are We Yet Lovely”