Come Quickly, Beloved
Come away, my lover.
Song of Solomon 8:14 (NIV)
The bride closes Songs with lovesick sighs: come away, my lover, like gazelles over spice mountains. Holy desire for presence: come, quickly, now. Mature love never disguises longing — declaring it. Spice mountains: perfumed settings for meetings. Loving means wanting near, quickly.
Generosity desires presence, never merely presents. We give things hurriedly; we give selves lovingly. Brides ask not jewels but Beloved; not deliveries but meetings. Our loves — God, spouses, children — beg likewise: come quickly, staying longer. Presence is costliest, rarest generosity.
Answering one “come quickly” today: visiting unannounced, calling motiveless, arriving earlier. Come quickly, beloved: appearing generosity outweighs mailed gifts.
Hurried presences heal ancient longings. Appearing today for someone. Watch and pray. Bridal lamps need extra oil. Trim yours today prayerfully. Holy longings hasten glorious meetings always. Miss the Beloved intensely today. Distances fuel holy desires. Cry Maranatha daily. Daily Maranathas shorten perceived eternities. Groan for appearing gladly. Waiting Bridegrooms arrive suddenly. Trim lamps nightly. Drowsy virgins miss midnight cries tragically. Stay awake lovingly today. Oil reserves distinguish wise eternally. Buy oil while shops open.
And crying to greater Beloved: come quickly, Lord Jesus — daily Maranatha.