Texts: Song of Solomon 2:8-17; Matt. 11:28-30
The voice of my beloved!
Look, he comes, leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Whenever I hear lines from the Song of Solomon I remember how a woman at a church I once attended would read them. She would pretend to swoon and would fan her face. I always believed she meant it as a joke. Texts like these read in church can make us shifty. But I also thought her little bit of acting did a good job highlighting how this part of scripture cuts through our moldy piety.