Is Jesus in love with a “woman”? Yes, He is!
It was He who invented sexual love and marriage. The story has been in the Bible from the beginning. When Adam was in desperate loneliness in Eden, the Lord brought Eve to him; He also foresaw the time when He would comfort His own loneliness with the “marriage” of a “bride” taken from His beloved world. Jesus is alone, lonely Man in heaven; He wants to be with His people.
No woman on earth could be so tall, so beautiful, so wise, that she could be the bride of the divine Son of God; the “woman” with whom He is in such desperate love is a “corporate” woman—a “body” of humans composed of redeemed sinners from “every nation, tribe, tongue, and people” (Rev. 14:6, 7). “She” has grown up from her infancy “in Christ” through all the stages from childhood in which a woman grows up; she has come at last to a place of maturity where she will be ready to stand by His side as His “help-meet.”
In Revelation’s picture, she will share with Him the administration of His new kingdom of which He has just been crowned “King of kings and Lord of lords,” for He invites her to sit with Him on His throne (Rev. 3:21). He can’t rule there alone! He has to have someone “sit” with Him whom He can love and trust and respect as a king regards his queen who shares his reign.
The story through history
When God’s people had wandered away from Him, Isaiah assured them that God stands toward Israel as a “husband” (54:5). When Israel rebelled against Him, he described their infidelity as “harlotry” (1:21). Jeremiah likens Israel’s infidelity to a “wife” treacherously departing from her husband” (3:20). The husband’s brokenheartedness is implied.Hosea’s painful frustrated love
The prophet dramatically represented a man’s love for a woman as an example of the love of Christ for the nation of Israel (2:1-5; 3:1-5). The tortured prophet stands in history as the preeminent example of the disappointed but steadfast love of man for a woman, because he still loved Gomer after she played the harlot on him. Hosea could not forget his love for her, notwithstanding. There must have been something in her personality, in her eyes, her soul, that won his devotion throughout that stormy relationship.Ezekiel vis-à-vis “1844”
Following Ezekiel’s pattern story of the lifelong love of Christ for “young” Israel, we could say that the little group who went through the Great Disappointment of 1844 were deeply beloved of Him in this special sense. The “remnant” refused to give up their faith, confident that the true Holy Spirit was working in the Midnight Cry. They were especially dear to His heart (Jesus describes them in His message to “the angel of the church of the Philadelphians,” Rev. 3:9, 10).And here the Song of Solomon 5:2-8 comes on stage
The Lover (Christ) has come “home” to His beloved after a safari; He is tired, lonely, hungry, wet from the rain. He longs to be with her intimately. He “knocks” (the Hebrew speaks of it as banging on the door), and knocks some more. The woman who is the object of His love disdains Him, thinks she is too relaxed, having gone to bed for the night; why does He bother her now? (The world is too comfy a place as it is, says the Bride-to-be of the Lamb.)I slept, but my heart lay waking:Increasingly, thoughtful people are coming to see here the story of “our” disdaining the Lord Jesus in the most precious message of the beginning of the latter rain. In rejecting it, says the Lord’s servant, we disdained Christ, just as “the woman” did her Lover in Song of Solomon 5:3.
I dreamed—ah! There is my darling knocking!
“Open to me, my own,” he calls,
“my dear, my dove, my paragon [my perfect one].
My head is drenched with dew [rain],
My hair, with drops of the night.”
But I have doffed my robe; why should I don it?
My feet are bathed; why should I soil them?
Then my darling put his hand in,
his right hand at the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
How my heart fainted when I heard him!
So I rose to let my darling in,
my hands all moist with myrrh,
my fingers wet with liquid myrrh,
that dropped on the catch of the bolt.
I opened to my darling,
But my darling, he had gone.
I sought him, but I could not find him,
I called, he never answered.
—Moffatt