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A Choice Vineyard

"May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine." So begins the epic canonical verse that we know as the Song of Songs. These are the words of a bride intoxicated with sweet affection of her lover. The bridegroom responds in kind: "How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine" and "I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride! I have gathered myrrh along with my balsam, I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends, drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers." According to the bridegroom, the navel of his bride is like a "round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine," her mouth is "like the best wine." The bride longs to lead her lover into a house, where she "would give her lover spiced wine to drink from the juice of her pomegranates." Ah, the sensuous expressions shrouded in imagery of food, spices and (heaven-forbid) spirituous drink. The clandestine joy that one raised in fundamentalism has to read such words of scandalous description.

For the Bridegroom in the Song of Songs, the bride's body is a vineyard, a garden, a field, a promised land flowing with milk and honey, where the Bridegroom can gather fruits for the intoxicating wine of love. She is a garden of pomegranates, of spices and aloes, a garden spring that runs with fresh water. In response, the bride unlocks the gate of her garden to her lover: "May my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits."

When God created Adam he gave him a garden. The garden was filled with lush fruits, plants and animals by the score. Despite partaking in these vast blessings that were found within Adam's garden home, he still thirsted for the sweet intoxication of one that could share in his dreams, hopes and fears. So God, as the eternally gracious vine dresser, induces a state of slumber on the man and literally "builds" a suitable vessel from which he can drink. So God gave the first Adam a bride and a garden; a bride that is his garden. Every Bridegroom who rejoices that he is one flesh with his bride is a new Adam; every bride who is a garden of delights for her husband is a new Eve; every godly and loving marriage, however marred by sin, is, in sense, a re-establishment of Eden.

According to the prophet Isaiah, God himself has a vineyard. This vineyard was planted on a fertile hill. He dug around it, removed the stones and planted it with the choicest vine. In the middle of his garden he built a great tower and hewed out a wine vat. This vineyard is also Yahweh's bride, so he built a wall on her and set a hedge round about her. Yahweh established His bride, His vineyard, and expected to gather good fruit from her, to make wine that gladdens the heart of man and the heart of God.

All of these come together in Jesus, who is both the Last Adam and God incarnate. Jesus comes into the world, as bridegroom, lover and as caretaker of His vineyard. Let's look at the non-synoptic gospel as a case in point. The first miracle that we encounter in the Gospel of John finds Jesus at a wedding feast in Cana. It seems that the party will be cut short when the drink of choice runs dry. When Jesus hears of the situation he fulfills the role of bridegroom and turns water into wine. It was customary in that day for the bridegroom to supply the wine for a wedding feast. So in providing wine Jesus has taken over the responsibility of the bridegroom.

When Jesus had to go through Samaria He had an intimate encounter with a woman beside a well. Many of Jesus forbears had done the same; Issac met Rebekah by a well, Jacob first met Rachel at a well with a stone that covered it and was rolled away to water the sheep, Moses, due to his heroics by a well in Midian, was given Zipporah to take as his wife. Jesus through His encounter with this adulterous woman by a well in Samaria, gives us a hint as to the type of bridegroom that He will be, offering her life-giving water and forgiveness for her past and present offenses. As well as giving us a semblance of the kind of bride that He would take for Himself.

This role as bridegroom is fleshed out beginning in John's gospel and is given its incarnational glory at the end of Revelation. Jesus is identified as the bridegroom from the outset of the gospel, and the bride is finally revealed, white linen purity and all, at the end of Revelation. The Spirit descends from heaven to anoint Jesus at His baptism, and at the end of Revelation the bride descends to be eternally joined to her husband. This romance that John writes about Jesus and His lover, "the lost sheep of the House of Israel", is sprinkled throughout with references to the all-embracing passion that Jesus has for His lover.

Finally, this marriage of Jesus, the true bridegroom and true vine, to His unworthy, yet perpetually fruitful and eternally exquisite bride, was brought to consummation when the bridegroom, in a most intimate act of love, sent His Spirit to dwell within His bride. The effect of the bridegroom's Spirit is like the effect of wine: When the Jews saw how the apostles were acting at Pentecost they believed that they were drunk with new wine, and Paul exhorted the Ephesians not to be drunk with wine but to be filled, inebriated as Ambrose said, with the Spirit.

Which brings me to the real subject of this post. An adventure on which I have embarked to a choice wine vineyard. The landscape is a breathtaking view of rolling hills, rich vegetation and lush foliage. It is a place that sparks the imagination, while bringing the soul a sense of peace and tranquility. The chateau is filled with superior wine that purifies the heart and excites the mind. To repose within this vineyard and feel the gentle "pnuema" is to exist within the rubric of the great outpouring of the bridegroom's Spirit at Pentecost. What fullness of joy and breadth of love to enjoy the sweet intoxication of this winery that is truly a gift from God.

And its name is Sara
  • SaraJones
    I have no words. You are a beautiful man and I adore you!
    by SaraJones at 10/19/06 9:08PM
  • TheMrsCrabtree
    awww *tears tears*
    by TheMrsCrabtree at 10/19/06 9:32PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    Did you hurt your knee or your head?
    by imyourhuckleberry at 10/19/06 9:57PM
  • maucknot
    special stuff...women love that sort of thing. Apparently she does.
    by maucknot at 10/20/06 9:25AM
  • maucknot
    Now, what about basketball and football?
    by maucknot at 10/20/06 9:25AM
  • bombadil
    Man, I wonder what would happen if he lost the use of both legs?
    by bombadil at 10/20/06 11:25AM
  • nornie
    It took you being laid up to finally give us a real post. I hope all goes well and you are back on both legs soon.
    by nornie at 10/20/06 9:05PM
  • memers
    How sweet. Hope the rehab on your leg goes well. Sorry that I did not get to see you all when you were here over the weekend.
    by memers at 10/22/06 10:40PM
  • SaraJones
    Just in case you pass this way today, I thought you should know I adore you. Hope PT is tolerable today!!
    MY HEART, MY LIFE, MY LOVE
    by SaraJones at 10/27/06 12:20AM
  • the_kim
    awww that is soo sweet!
    by the_kim at 10/27/06 1:55PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    When oh when are you going to delete this blog?
    by imyourhuckleberry at 11/09/06 9:39PM
  • SaraJones
    I miss you. Come home soon....I love you.
    by SaraJones at 11/29/06 3:27PM
  • SaraJones
    I will meet you under the mistletoe!! I love ya, you big lug. Merry Christmas!
    by SaraJones at 12/24/06 3:29PM
  • SaraJones
    Thanks for all you did this weekend. I loved having a girl day, but I especially loved the night out with just you. Let's do that again soon. You are the best and I adore you!
    by SaraJones at 01/22/07 7:59AM
  • jedediah
    How Dare you!!!! You know I wrote that for Shannon!
    by jedediah at 01/22/07 2:32PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    Gag. I have GOT to learn to avoid this blog.
    by imyourhuckleberry at 01/26/07 3:30PM
  • SaraJones
    ♥ Will you be my Valentine? ♥
    by SaraJones at 02/14/07 8:40AM
  • memers
    Post something profound please. I know you are full of profound things.
    by memers at 02/16/07 9:46PM
  • jedediah
    Go Cards!
    by jedediah at 02/17/07 10:23PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    Gag. I have GOT to learn to avoid this blog.
    by imyourhuckleberry at 03/06/07 6:47AM

09/24/06 11:38PM

I have nothing profound to say tonight.
  • SaraJones
    Just another night, eh. I love you. You are a very bad blogger by the way.
    by SaraJones at 09/24/06 11:43PM
  • nornie
    I was so excited "Nate" was on bold letters and this is what I get. Come on "little brother" you can do better than this.
    by nornie at 09/25/06 7:03AM
  • britt
    What's new?
    by britt at 09/25/06 10:07AM
  • doubleagent
    So in other words it's just an average night. ;)
    by doubleagent at 09/25/06 11:58AM
  • micahljoy
    Pathetic...
    by micahljoy at 09/25/06 12:36PM
  • maucknot
    What does "tonight" have to do with anything? Hey, what's up, Nathan? My wife just dragged me on to pleonast kicking and screaming but I am sort of enjoying the newness of it. Your incognito told me you were here.
    by maucknot at 09/25/06 10:52PM
  • maucknot
    good-looking family.
    by maucknot at 09/25/06 10:53PM
  • maucknot
    I've got some bad news. I'm an Auburn Tigers fan now. But not in basketball!! I have the UK wallhanging your family gave to me in my office at the building.
    by maucknot at 09/25/06 10:55PM
  • SaraJones
    Come home you big lug!! I miss you!
    by SaraJones at 09/27/06 12:28PM
  • SaraJones
    No really, come home!!
    by SaraJones at 09/28/06 8:18AM
  • SaraJones
    You are so wonderful. Thanks for being you!
    by SaraJones at 10/01/06 8:28PM
  • SaraJones
    Our Waltz is improving...I guess it is like our life, when I let you lead it is more beautiful. I love you twinkle toes!
    by SaraJones at 10/05/06 7:59AM
  • nornie
    I hope all goes well with your knee sugery.
    by nornie at 12/27/06 4:25AM

I am going to write a blog,

when I get the notion to do so.
  • evilmonkey
    Too late! You just wrote one!
    by evilmonkey at 08/11/06 3:00PM
  • gamomma
    very profound!
    by gamomma at 08/11/06 3:22PM
  • bombadil
    I think Nathan is waiting for that unique moment when everything converges in one brilliant summary of truth goodness and beauty. It will be the post of posts.
    by bombadil at 08/11/06 3:50PM
  • evilmonkey
    When that happens, all other bloggers will throw away their keyboards in despair. They will have seen perfection, so what is the point in striving for something that has already been realized? The post of posts will be the death of pleonast, and soon, the internet itself.
    by evilmonkey at 08/11/06 4:40PM
  • micahljoy
    He still puts his pants on one leg at a time....or does he?
    by micahljoy at 08/11/06 10:11PM
  • britt
    Looks like you got the notion! Great blog. You know, that's what setting up a pleonast account is for, right. :)
    by britt at 08/11/06 10:54PM
  • SaraJones
    Happy Birthday Babe. I love you
    by SaraJones at 08/31/06 1:21PM
  • gamomma
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATHAN!! HOPE IT'S A GOOD ONE!
    by gamomma at 08/31/06 2:05PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    You need a lawn mower for your birthday. You need a lawn mower for your birthday. You need a lawnmower...
    by imyourhuckleberry at 09/01/06 9:08PM
  • mi_girl
    hey mr. nathan is't molly wharton how's yer day goin'?!?!?
    by mi_girl at 02/06/08 2:36PM

07/28/06 12:07PM

  • SaraJones
    Awaiting something profound, thought provoking, faith changing, knee slapping, and/or day improving. No pressure.
    by SaraJones at 07/28/06 3:48PM
  • evilmonkey
    It's so...dark in here.
    by evilmonkey at 07/28/06 4:24PM
  • nornie
    Thanks for letting me be your friend. Sis-in-law
    by nornie at 07/28/06 4:33PM
  • noah
    =-)
    by noah at 07/28/06 5:57PM
  • imyourhuckleberry
    Well, I'm your friend.Now what?
    by imyourhuckleberry at 07/29/06 8:39AM
  • SaraJones
    Nate, go here!!
    by SaraJones at 07/31/06 10:38PM