April 1 | Morning

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, Song of Solomon, chapter 1, verse 2.

For several days we have been dwelling upon the Savior's passion, and for some little

time to come we shall linger there.

In beginning a new month, let us seek the Lord with a desire that glowed in the heart

of this woman.

See how she leaps at once to him.

There are no introductions.

She does not even mention his name.

She is in the heart of her theme at once, for she speaks of him who is the only him in

the world to her.

How bold is her love.

It was true condescension that allowed the sinful woman to anoint Jesus' feet with

spices.

It was rich love that allowed the gentle Mary to sit at his feet and learn of him.

But in this picture we see strong, fervent love aspiring to higher tokens of affection

and closer signs of fellowship.

Esther trembled in the presence of Ahasurus, but the woman in joyful liberty of perfect

love knows no fear.

If we have received the same free spirit, we may also ask the same.

By kisses we suppose to be intended those varied manifestations of affection by which

the believer is made to enjoy the love of Jesus.

The kiss of reconciliation we enjoyed at our conversion, and it was sweet as honey dropping

from the comb.

The kiss of acceptance is still warm on our brow.

As we know that he has accepted us through rich grace.

The kiss of daily, present communion is that which we long to be repeated day after day.

Till it is changed into the kiss of reception, which removes the soul from earth and the kiss

of consummation that fills it with the joy of heaven.

Faith is our walk, but intimate fellowship is our rest.

Faith is the road, but communion with Jesus is the well from which the pilgrim drinks.

O lover of our souls, do not be distant.

Let the lips of your blessing meet the lips of our asking.

Let the lips of your fullness touch the lips of our need, and immediately our joy will