Saints, Love-sickness of the – Charles Spurgeon

THERE are two love-sicknesses in Solomon’s Song. The one is when the spouse longs for the presence of her Lord, and the second is when she gets that presence; he is so glorious to her, that she is ready to die with excess of joy, and she exclaims, “Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.” If you cannot get the second, recollect that the first is the clear way to it. Resolve in your heart, my brother and sister, that you never will be happy until you win the face of Christ. Settle it in your soul that there shall be no end to your cries and tears until you can say with all your heart, “My Beloved is near me; I can speak to him; I am in the enjoyment of his love.” If you can be content without it, you shall go without it, but if you must have it, you shall have it. If your hunger will break through stone walls to reach your Lord, no stone walls shall keep him from you. If you are insatiable after Christ, he will feed you with himself. If you bid good-bye to all the dainties of the world, and all its sweet draughts and delicacies, and must have Christ, and Christ alone, then no hungering soul shall long be kept without him. He must come to you. There are cords that draw him to you at this hour. His love draws you to him, but your love draws him close to you. Be not afraid, your soul shall be like the chariots of Amminadib; perhaps even this morning, and you shall go on your way rejoicing.