By R.C. Chapman
“O my dove, that is in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is comely.” (Song of Solomon 2:14)
Does it make you moan, O my soul, complaining, that, while Jesus calls you His dove, you are still so much like the beast of the forest, the men of this world; who, like their father, Satan, are full of pride, envy, self-will, discontent, and coveting? These things, to your grief, hurry you away from Jesus; and so fickle are you, so movable your ways, that when He banquets you with his smile, then you are most close to forsaking Him! O what dirtiness is in you! Dirtiness on you! Yet do not be cast down, O my soul; neither be anxious within me; for, listen! The voice of your Beloved! Though in your own eyes some fierce wolf or filthy swine, your Lord calls you His dove! And He will never take away His Holy Spirit from you. Do not think because He will prove you with truth, and open to you the secret chambers of your heart, that He will, therefore, cast you off. He hates putting away; He bids you to call to mind the safety in the clefts of the rock.
I charge you, do not dishonor Him by unbelief, as though He were capable of change! Behold the mountains, they may depart; and the hills, they may be removed that seem to stand fast for ever, showing defiance to the power of earthquake and tempest, yes, even of time itself! But Jesus! He is the mighty God, and His kindness will not depart from you. He is Alpha, Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the ending. His name is I am! Behold your Rock, smitten by the hand of God the Father, from Whom gushed out the waters. Of these waters drink forever, O my soul! The wounds of Jesus are your everlasting life. The blind world didn’t know your access within the holiest of all, for they didn’t come to the blood of sprinkling: but, O do not be unmindful of your high calling! Jesus Himself invites you! He does not delight only in the songs above, those who see Him face to face: He would have you humbly bold to speak with Him, who says, “Let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.”
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