Advent Reflections from a Young Married Man: The Wedding Day

“In the coming weeks, I will post seventeen short Advent reflections on the Song of Songs from a young man learning to be a lover and a husband, who at the same time struggles to plant his worth as the beloved Bride of Christ.  My guiding question:

How does the birth of God’s Son transform the broken projects of struggling lovers into aspirations for soul mating?

Click here to read the general introduction:

3B: Song of Songs 3.6-11                       The Wedding Day

6. What is that coming up from the
like a column of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and
with all the fragrant powders of
the merchant?
7. Look, it is the litter of Solomon!
Around it are sixty mighty men
of the mighty men of Israel,
8. all equipped with swords
and experts in war,
each with his sword at his thigh
because of alarms by night.
9. King Solomon made himself a
from the wood of Lebanon.
10. He made its posts of silver,
its back of gold, its seat of
its interior was inlaid with love.
Daughters of Jerusalem,
11. come out.
Look, O daughters of Zion,
at King Solomon,
at the crown with which his
mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
on the day of the gladness of
his heart. From the wild’s horizon, horse hoofs trembled the dusty road into a unified cloud. Solomon storms to his wedding day.
 I can remember mine well.  It was mixed up with anticipation and clumsy emotions.

We met in suspended moments. She wore a gown studded with jewels. I wore fabric chiseled and angled. Beneath our up-dressed garments trembled nerves and a palpable secret. I am no king. She is no queen. What can the Song of Songs be but an unreachable love? How cruel a thing to live in an epic story like ours and desire epic love when the courting of these Solomonic gods mocks our fickle drama?

Yet, there stood our mighty men and women beside us with sharp conviction. They ushered our family in royal procession. Would we break under the pressures of distilled authenticity?  Or with the help of a mighty child, would our hearts meet somewhere in the middle of our humanity?

Come bridesmaids, see him coming. Come see his garland. Come see her jewels. Come see white robes washed of darkness. Come see united hearts and minds rejoicing lightly about their weaknesses, for the King is teaching their hearts gladness, softening their tempests, sheltering their love, in the heart of their humanity, in the dawning of their spring.