Well, this week I reached Song of Solomon in my Bible reading plan. I always pause for a moment when I get there. Am I the only one? Be honest, now.
Of course, Song of Solomon is in our Bibles for a reason. It is God’s Word and it is good and true and we should read and study it as we do all of Scripture. But, honestly, it’s just…difficult. I don’t think I’m the only one who feels that way, either. How many pastors do you know who have tackled this book in its entirety? I only know of one…
Part of my sentiments no doubt arise from the fact that years ago I listened to all of Mark Driscoll’s sermons on this book. Hold your judgment, please. I was young and uninformed and undiscerning. Unfortunately, you cannot unhear such things, and so those sermons have stuck with me through the years, tainting that portion of Scripture. The silver lining, though, is that every time I approach Songs in my Bible reading, I’m reminded of the kindness and goodness of God in growing me in discernment and understanding. Friends, there is always a silver lining. Even as someone who is a perpetual realist (or, some may say, pessimist), I am convinced of this. And, I pray that one day I’ll see the beauty in this book of which so many others speak.
Okay, let’s quickly step away from any Driscoll memories and instead get ready to start the weekend by enjoying what ended up being a skinny week in review (kind of):
- Aw, what a great story!
- Interesting thoughts on how confronting death changes things.
- There is good news for Catholics who are worried about not being able to go to confession. Jesus is the great High Priest and the only mediator. We can—and must—go only to Him!
- Here’s your weekly dose of adorable.
- It actually wouldn’t surprise me if this is better than what we’ve been doing, and would be good news for America’s testing needs.
- On the Kingdom of God.
- Tim Challies is thankful for God’s good gift of government. This is a great article that we do well to read and thoughtfully consider.
What grieves me is that I am constantly forgetting to recognize God’s hand in the little, everyday trials of life, and instead of receiving them as from Him, find fault with the instruments by which He sends them.Elizabeth Prentiss