If you keep a list of things to do before you die, you may want to add one: teach the Song of Songs to the senior high Sunday School class.
Fibermom: “Okay, does everyone have a Bible? Find the Song of Songs. This is the sexy part of the Bible.”
Fibermom: “There are some questions on page 21 of your student book, but you can just skim through the Song of Songs and see what it tells us about the body. This is the scripture section of the Wesleyan quadrilateral we’re doing here, so we want to know what the Bible says about our physical being.”
“Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes!”
“EEEEuuuw!” “EEEEK!” “Dude!”
Fibermom: “Here I have a copy of Cosmo Girl. You can see on the cover that they want to tell us 407 Ways to Be Your Hottest and How to Let Your Guy Know You Want to Smooch. Do you think the Bible is going to help us with that kind of thing? Let’s see… ‘Your hair is like a flock of goats bounding down the slopes from Gilead.’ Do you think that would do it?”
“EEEEK! ‘Your waist is like a mound of wheat!’ Hey, Annie! Your waist is like a mound of wheat! Snort!”
“His lips are lilies distilling liquid myrrh! EEuuuuw!”
“Dude, this guy is really into breasts. Look. It says ‘breasts’ four times in this chapter!”
Fibermom: “Right. Well, the thing we are looking for is this: what does this tell us about the scriptural view of the body?”
“Your breasts are like two fawns. I mean it. He keeps talking about breasts.”
Fibermom: “And of course no one nowadays is interested in breasts at all….”
“EEEEEK!” “Woo hoo!”
“Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon.”
“Your rounded thighs are like jewels.” “Eeeuew!” “Woo hoo!”
Fibermom: “Does the Bible tell us that the body is disgusting? That we should be ashamed of our bodies?”
“No. We’re made in God’s image.” “The body is awesome.”
“Your navel is a rounded bowl. What’s a navel?
“Belly button! EEuw!”
Fibermom: “Right, but check out 8:6. Is this saying ‘You’re so hot, you look like Christina Aguilera, let’s smooch’?”
“No, it’s about love.” “It’s beautiful.” “I’m totally gonna read this at my wedding.”
“My breasts were like towers. This thing is full of breasts.”
“He’s gonna go home and read the whole thing!”
Fibermom: “He’s going to go home and tell his parents that we talked about breasts in Sunday School.”
After this invigorating experience, I went home to find an email telling us to wear “party clothes” for our performance, so I was very pleased that I had done my shoe shopping. It was fun to dress up and get compliments, and novel to be the one the other women clustered around with cries of “Cute shoes!”
I then made this sweet little kimono brocade daffodil pouch from the book Omiyage. #1 son says that it irritates him because it is so pointless. He feels the same way, he says, about teacup poodles.
I htink it will hold tiny things, or maybe hang on a Christmas tree. It was not hard to make (it does seem to be the easiest one in the book) and didn’t take as long as I expected.
The song for the day is “Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates!”, one of the great post-Renaissance German tunes. It took a couple of centuries for it to settle into its current form, so post-Rennaissance is about the best I can do with a date.
It is a bracing tune, and the words pretty well cover what we are supposed to do during Advent:
“Fling wide the portals of your heart;
Make it a temple, set apart
From earthly use for heaven’s employ,
Adorned with prayer and love and joy.
Redeemer, come, with us abide;
Our hearts to Thee we open wide;
Let us Thy inner presence feel;
Thy grace and love in us reveal.”
I have to decide whether to go to an ornament exchange at Janalisa’s tonight in spite of unfinished Christmas gifts, un-checked facts, and a still-messy house. Also I have errands to do and must get to the gym, and have a long list of stuff to complete before work. A bracing song is definitely what I need today.