Morning, April 25, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come along.” — Song of Solomon 2:10
Lo, I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me! Fair weather is smiling upon the face of the earth, and he would not have me spiritually asleep while nature is awaking all around me from her winter’s rest. He bids me “Arise,” and well he may; for I have been lying long enough among the vessels of worldliness. He is risen, I am risen in him, why then should I cleave to the dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations, I would rise towards him. He calls me by the sweet title of “My darling,” and counts me fair; this is a good argument for my rising. If he has therefore exalted me, and thinks me so comely, how can I linger in the tents of Kedar and find congenial associates among the sons of men? He bids me “Come away.” Further and further from everything selfish, groveling, worldly, sinful, he calls me; yes, from the outwardly religious world which does not know him, and has no sympathy with the mystery of the higher life, he calls me. “Come away” has no harsh sound in it to my ear, for what is there to hold me in this wilderness of vanity and sin? O my Lord, I would that I could come away, but I am taken among the thorns, and cannot escape from them as I want. I would, if it were possible, have neither eyes, nor ears, nor heart for sin. You call me to yourself by saying “Come away,” and this is a melodious call indeed. To come to you is to come home from exile, to come to land out of the raging storm, to come to rest after long labor, to come to the goal of my desires and the summit of my wishes. But Lord, how can a stone rise, how can a lump of clay come away from the horrible pit? O raise me, draw me. Your grace can do it. Send forth your Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in my heart, and I will continue to rise until I leave life and time behind me, and indeed come away.