Have you ever had a friend that is really conservative in all areas of their life except for one? They’re straight and narrow except when it comes to playing cards. They’ll kick a card table over in disgust if they lose or if they have a single oreo they’ll eat the whole bag. Or they are deeply and truly in love with their husband but will never, ever miss a Christian Bale movie? That’s sometimes how we Christians are with the Song of Solomon. We’re pretty chill on most things but when it comes to that book, we suddenly go crazy. We talk about the exotic dancing elements and the sex and the whoa, feeling a little dizzy.
I love it. If I had lots of money I’d do what Big Boi of Outkast is doing with the Atlanta Ballet right now. I’d create some interpretative dance show, with Bible verses woven together with T-Pain lyrics, “She hit the flo, Next thing you know. Shawty got low low low low low low low low.” I don’t know what I’d call it. Probably, “One more reason Jon Acuff will get struck by lighting” or maybe, “The Jam of Solomon.”
