My mother’s sons were angry with me (Song of Songs 1:6 NASB)
For the last two weeks, we looked at the Maiden’s first big problem. She felt dirty on the outside but had beauty on the inside.
Today we get a look at a second crisis in her walk with the Lord – Momma’s boys.
It is interesting to me that she does not say “my brothers.” Instead, she calls them "my mother's sons." Are these some kind of wicked stepbrothers?
First, we have to understand the age-old question – who’s your momma?
The great commission in Matthew 28, puts the job of evangelism squarely on the shoulders of the Church. And throughout the ages since then the Church has been in a motherly role. It is her job to make disciples. A young babe in Christ is said to need mother’s milk of the word.
Jerusalem above is free, which is the mother of us all. (Gal. 4:26)
My little children, for whom I labor in birth again until Christ is formed in you, (Gal. 4:19)
As apostles of Christ…we were gentle among you, just as a nursing mother cherishes her own children (1 Thes. 2:6-7).
The interesting thing to me here is that the Church is made up of people and these people are our brothers and sisters.
But as a new believer you might feel more like an outsider, and so we find the phrase “mother’s sons.” Our girl, new to the faith, feels a bit outside the camp.
Worse than that, after her intimate encounter with the King, she has a zeal and passion that sets her apart.
I know that many of you have been there. You are (or were) that passionate guy or gal who just won’t shut up about the Lord. You’re the ones in the lobby of the Church talking about your God encounters throughout the week, while everyone else is talking sports and fashion.
Ray Comfort (writer, speaker, evangelism teacher) says (I paraphrase here) that when he was a young Christian he had great zeal and passion, and told everyone he ran into about Christ. He was on fire. And over the years (long pause here) he has never cooled off. He is still on fire for the Lord with the same zeal and passion for the Lord as ever he had.
I love that. I feel like that is my story. I might say that years and experience have given me a different perspective on some things, but the passion is there, and one of my favorite things is to see a young Christian, full of that “first love.”
So here is the problem. There are many in the Church who have left their first love. And when they run into our maiden – our zealous, passionate firebrand – they feel a twinge of conviction.
So begins the unsanctified bucket brigade. They immediately start dousing our maiden’s fervor. They don’t want to be around her, they don’t have that same passion, and are not as consumed by a desire for the presence of the Lord like her.
This causes a reaction in the maiden—perhaps a twinge of self-righteousness? Our holy zeal can develop an edge of condemnation. Why aren’t they where I am? Why don’t they want to talk about the Lord? Why don’t they want to spend their Saturday on the street with me preaching to passers-by?
And so, strife infiltrates in the Body of Christ.
Take a step back today and consider – are you a firebrand in the hands of the Lord, or are you in the bucket brigade?
We all need correction, and I want you to stop and listen to the Lord today.
Those of us in the Church for years need to be cheerleaders, mentors, equippers, throwing logs (or even accelerants) on the fires burning in our young brothers and sisters. Put down your buckets!
Those of us who are full of zeal and passion be careful with not to write off your elder brothers and sisters. Many have known your zeal and inwardly want it back.
God put us together for a reason, so we can “spur one another on towards love and good deeds.” (Hebrews 10:24 NIV)
See you next week