Song of Solomon 7
Chapter seven of the book of Song of Solomon is a book of Passion. The greatest passion on earth, enjoyed by earthly beings, is the passion of lovemaking. This chapter is the best description of that passion that I have ever read. When I visited Tanzania, I took a safari and came across two lions making love. Up until this moment, I would have said it was unfair to make the female lion do all the hunting and the killing, the birth giving, and the child-raising, until I witnessed their love life.
The male gave five efforts and fell to the ground absolutely exhausted. I learned later he had to service all the females in his tribe, which, indeed could be quite fatiguing. She, however, rolled onto her back and shook for at least fifteen minutes. I changed my mind at that point; maybe it wasn’t so bad being a female lion.
When my husband announced we would never again make love, I was devastated. I’ve never had a man love me like the Beloved loves the Shulamite, but I have always been an optimistic person. Perhaps one day. . . .
However, in a certain church service I pouted to the Lord about being so utterly used by the men in my life: my stepfather raped me for years, my husband had another lover for twenty-three years, and now he took away all hope. The Lord told me to sit still and experience His passion for me. In those few minutes I put that lioness to shame. I didn’t shake on the outside, I shook on the inside, and it was multiple earthquakes in there.
He said, “When you come to live in heaven, you won’t need to make love; you will live continually in My passion.” As with all things, we can live in heaven right here on earth.