Dancing.
It's one of those things. You know? Some people are super excited about it and others think it's the sin of all sins because dancing is touching and we all know what touching leads too...
But I'm getting side-tracked. Dancing is used as an expression of joy in the Bible. Miriam danced when the Israelites crossed the Red Sea to safety (Exodus 15). Women danced when battles were won (Judges 11:34 and 1 Samuel 18:6) and of course David danced when the Ark of the Covenant was returned to Jerusalem (2 Samuel 6:14-16). There's a song about dancing on the streets that are golden, talking about the joy we will have in heaven.
Now, dancing on golden streets sounds pretty appealing, however, most of us imagine that ballroom to be a long way off. We don't tread upon golden streets here. I walk on bread crumbs and toys and cat hair and my music is children laughing and fighting above the children's worship CD. Perhaps you walk on cheep carpet and your music is the communal printer. Or your work boots are covered in mud and you hear the beep of machinery backing up. Not exactly golden.
I'm not convinced that we all need to dance in the literal sense. Christian liberty. If you believe it's wrong to dance don't. But I do believe that we should all have the kind of joy that dancing is a picture of.
Almost every morning I ask God to give me grace to dance on the bread crumbs (which I find particularly annoying). Perhaps you need to ask for the grace to dance on something else. I'm dancing with children and you're dancing with a stressed out boss and a cranky customer.
But there is a freeing grace in knowing that our dancing is before God. Delighting in the daily is a gift. Expressing delight, your heart to God's, is a treasure.
It might even be golden.
It's one of those things. You know? Some people are super excited about it and others think it's the sin of all sins because dancing is touching and we all know what touching leads too...
But I'm getting side-tracked. Dancing is used as an expression of joy in the Bible. Miriam danced when the Israelites crossed the Red Sea to safety (Exodus 15). Women danced when battles were won (Judges 11:34 and 1 Samuel 18:6) and of course David danced when the Ark of the Covenant was returned to Jerusalem (2 Samuel 6:14-16). There's a song about dancing on the streets that are golden, talking about the joy we will have in heaven.
Now, dancing on golden streets sounds pretty appealing, however, most of us imagine that ballroom to be a long way off. We don't tread upon golden streets here. I walk on bread crumbs and toys and cat hair and my music is children laughing and fighting above the children's worship CD. Perhaps you walk on cheep carpet and your music is the communal printer. Or your work boots are covered in mud and you hear the beep of machinery backing up. Not exactly golden.
I'm not convinced that we all need to dance in the literal sense. Christian liberty. If you believe it's wrong to dance don't. But I do believe that we should all have the kind of joy that dancing is a picture of.
Almost every morning I ask God to give me grace to dance on the bread crumbs (which I find particularly annoying). Perhaps you need to ask for the grace to dance on something else. I'm dancing with children and you're dancing with a stressed out boss and a cranky customer.
But there is a freeing grace in knowing that our dancing is before God. Delighting in the daily is a gift. Expressing delight, your heart to God's, is a treasure.
It might even be golden.
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