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they are His desires that breed their desires

"'Open to me, my sister,' etc. Hence observe further.
That Christ hath never enough of his church till he hath it in heaven, where are indeed the kisses of the spouse, and of Christ. In the meantime 'Open, open,' still. Christ hath the heart of the spouse in some measure already; but yet there were some corners of the heart that were not so filled with Christ as they should be. He was not so much in her understanding, will, joy, delight, and love, as he would be. Therefore, open thy understanding more and more to embrace me, and divine truths are that are offered thee. Open thy love to solace me more and more. For God in Christ, having condescended to the terms of friendship, nay, to intimate terms of temper, hath never enough of Christ but desires further union, and communion still. It being the description of the people of God, that 'they love the appearance of Christ' (2 Tim. 4:8; Rev. 22:20), as they loved his first appearance, and waited for 'the consolation of Israel' (Luke 2:25)); so they love his second appearing, and are never quiet, till he comes again in the flesh, to consummate the marriage begun here. So Christ also he is as desirous of them, yea, they are his desires that breed their desires. 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove,' etc. Again his love and pity moves him to desire further to come into us. Christ knows what is in our hearts. If he be not there, there is that that should not be there. What is in the brain where Christ is not? A deal of worldly projects, nothing worth. What is in our joy if Christ be not there? Worldly joy, which cleaves to things worse than itself. If a man were anatomized, and seen into, he would be ashamed of himself, if he did see himself. Christ knows it is good for our souls to give way to him, therefore he useth all sweet allurements, 'Open to me, my sister, my love,' etc. Christ hath never his fill, till he close with the soul perfectly; so that nothing be in the soul above him, nothing equal to him. . ." Richard Sibbes pg. 121,122 'The Love Of Christ'

3:53 p.m. - 2023-06-18

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