“Such is my love…”
--Song of Songs
5:16b
It is my wife’s birthday tomorrow and recently I found
myself thinking about our first “date.”
We went out to breakfast at Butera’s on Montrose and she had oatmeal
with currents and cream. I think I had the same—but with brown sugar and a
bagel and cream cheese and maybe a fried egg and some grits and fresh squeezed
orange juice and lots and lots of coffee. And we spent that entire day together.
We drove around talking and seeing things, stopping places. We may have gone to
the art museum. That part I can’t remember, but I remember the oatmeal. And I remember how for hours we were just
together, talking and sharing everything we loved and everything we hoped;
favorite movies, favorite books, favorite songs. Driving around Houston in my beat-up old Honda Civic wagon, with
the windows down. Bob Dylan or Merle Haggard blaring from the cassette player. I
loved that car. It was white with plenty of rust and no a/c. I called it Moby Honda! We Hermans have to stick together on these
things.
And she seemed to love it too.
At some point during the day, I took her over to meet some
friends—the Broadheads. I wanted them to meet her. I wanted her to meet them. I
wanted to share them all. I hadn’t said
anything to her yet, but I already knew I was in love. And I wanted everyone
else to know it too. “Such is my love…”
I think we stayed and had dinner with the Broadheads and
then I took her home. I think I held her
hand on the way home. In my memory, I nervously
took my hand from the stick shift and reached over and rested my hand on hers. Whether
I remember it accurately or not, it is a day I will never forget! We spent that entire day together giddily
eagerly sharing everything we had. There was never a lull in the conversation.
Our talk overflowed, the way people in love do. Starting and stopping sentences
as ideas and words popped into our heads, eagerly agreeing and offering glimpses
of the lives we had lived and the people we hoped to be. Pointing out places we
remembered, places we loved, places and memories we wanted to give to one
another. I am almost positive there was a stop at a bookstore somewhere in that magical day (maybe Brentano's or Books, Inc. or Brazos), that wonderful never ending date. Sure there may have been
mistakes and momentary lapses of harmony but we were so ready to forgive
because we were so ready to love. I’ve
been thinking about that, too.
As I read my way through the prophets, I find myself again
and again coming upon images of God’s love, His passionate love, His endless ever
renewing love for His people! And I
think, perhaps such is my love for Lynne, my beautiful wife of 31 years. And perhaps that memory of that first never-ending
date, is a kind of icon of God’s overflowing boundless love for us. “Such is my love…” God’s
love for us is like that feeling you had on that first date, the first time you
held hands with the person you love most in the world, the first time you
shared a coke, or offered her your last onion ring, or the last bite of your bagel.
That first time when you knew you were in love.
The look in your eyes as you gazed into hers… Is it possible, that is
how God looks at us? Is it possible that creation, is God’s way of sharing
everything He can with us, everything He loves, all His favorites? (That could explain Bob Dylan winning a Nobel
Prize…)
Anyway, take a moment and see what you can remember about
that first date, that never-ending first date. Maybe you want to make time to sit down with your beloved and remember it together with a root beer float and two straws.
Holding hands, side by side. Or go for a drive and listen to a favorite album: Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Louis Armstrong, Loretta Lynne... And when you are done,
thank the Lord for your love, because it too is a gift. A gift you were given
to share. A reflection of His own... His overflowing love for all of us. And I am so grateful it is.
Happy Birthday Linus.
