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READ Song of Solomon 3
I remember clenching a shovel during a cold bitter snowstorm late one night in Buffalo, New York. This was a season in my life where I was “in between” jobs, and come to think of it, I was “in between” all my relationships (both with God and friends). You know that place where you are just hanging on? Not the cool hanging on where you are just having a bad day for a minute. This was really hanging on! The kind where you’re hanging onto a steel bridge, towering far above the water. Your fragile heart is pounding. Your hands are desperately squeezing a rusty steel beam, which is cutting into your already exhausted hands. To make matters worse, you don’t know where God is—yeah that was the kind of “in between” I am talking about.
Well, there I was in one of those “in between” stages. And to be honest with you, I was tired of hanging on. I was tired of trying to find an escape from the gaping pain, strangling any thought of hope. I was tired of
trying again. It was at that point that I realized two things. First, no one
dangles well. Second, I needed a miracle.
I was working during the day for a snow removal company, which was located in Buffalo, New York, where we measure snow in feet. During
the evening, I worked alone as a night watchman. It was then that my girlfriend (and now wife) gave me a teaching on the LOVE of God, which just happened to be from the Song of Solomon. In this life altering teaching, I learned the story of Mary of Bethany. I listened to that teaching every night, sometimes twice a night.
Let me back up and give you the backdrop of this time in my
life. I had made some horrible choices, hurt a lot of people, and dug myself into a pit of despair. When I got low enough, I threw away the shovel, sat down, and gave up. Hopefully, you have never been there, but if you have then you know.
It was there that I faced a lot of things. Such as pride, which is a vile demonic henchman, and I had to face the depravity of my own soul. The thing about snow removal and being a night watchman is you spend a lot of time alone—I mean you’re really alone and wonder where everyone is. The man whose shift I replaced each night, had the 3 to 11 pm slot. He was a really poor man, whose words I could not understand when he spoke. His teeth were falling out, and he had severe gum disease (he would talk on our office phone a lot and caused it to smell of rotting flesh.) He owed someone a lot of money, because at the end of his shift (payday was twice a month), someone was lurking in the
bushes and always took his paycheck. Also, this man had a severe porn