You turned my wailing into dancing…
The word DaNcE evokes romantic thoughts of celebration, fun, laughter — thus the reason it isn’t customary to dance at a funeral (even when said funeral is billed as ‘A celebration of the life of, say, Sally Sue because everybody knows Sally Sue is now dancing up a storm with Jesus).
I love to dance. So did King David.
David and the whole house of Israel were celebrating with all their might before the Lord… 2 Samuel 6:5a
David…danced before the Lord with all his might, while he and all Israel were bringing up the ark of the Lord with shouts and the sound of trumpets. 2 Samuel 6:14-15
This side of heaven, God’s call for me to DaNcE either causes me to play like a flower and head for the nearest wall or it entices me to join the party and enjoy fellow revelers.
No matter my willingness or ability to dance, scripture is clear …
Let them praise His name in dance. Psalm 149:3a
Praise Him with castanets and dance. Psalm 150:4
Doesn’t the familiar Ecclesiastes scripture that says, There is… a time to mourn and a time to dance (3:1, 4b) justify my refusal to swagger on over to the dance floor and do a holy jig?
There most certainly is ‘a time to mourn’ (Can you say ‘Hurricane Harvey and Irma’?). James even instructed the people to, Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom (4:9). But James’s timely rebuke targeted a people with hardened, selfish hearts who needed to become sad to the point of mourning and gloom, a call to humble themselves before the Lord.
Heaven knows, lack of humility can sure make for fumbled dance moves.
Despite my circumstances, I’m to spend my time here on earth dancing before the Lord.
Before. The. Lord.
The dance isn’t about me and whether or not I feel up to it. The dance is about God. He’s not only my dance instructor, He’s the very reason I dance.
“Follow my steps. I will teach you and strengthen you to dance, both in times of plenty and on our way to the cross.”
When my feet feel like lead and the music of my circumstances makes me want to sit, whine and wail, God is the One Who holds my hand in His mighty grasp and leads me onto the dance floor. With eyes fixed on Him, my steps become light and the music of His promises stirs and lifts my soul. If I choose to let Him lead, I’m less likely to step on His toes.
God is the reason I dance.
Anyone else need to get on out there?