Dance like nobody can see ya

So I don't dance like I used to...
I used to hang out with my friend Doug who was the lead singer/guitar player for The Suns of Jubal. They were a local reggae band in the Hamptons during the mid 80's -90's. Doug was a full-on White Rasta, waiting for the return of Jesus.

I had long sun-bleached hair then, and wore ( like we all did) beads and strings, jingly-things and ripped jeans. I'd go and just dance all by myself, and just get lost...

But something happened and I stopped dancing. We all do, don't we? We privately tap the steering wheel and sing in our cars. We might shake what our mamma's gave us when no one is around. But do we break out like our souls really can? Why not, what happened? I think it's because we're too concerned with what the world thinks, and less concerned about what God thinks.

Not my kid. She just dances, wild and free...and accessorized from head to toe.

This year I resolve to dance wildly again...and here is the first dance lesson;

"For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. ⁴ The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. ⁵ We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." 2 Corinthians 3-5

I once read that there is not a box that man can build which Christ alone cannot shatter upon which He can build a dance floor to celebrate life.

I always wanted to be a dancer. I watched Solid Gold Dancers and even bought  the Denny Terrio Learn to Disco Dance album with my paper route money when I was in 7th grade. I had a book with footprints. I was teaching myself. Now I am letting the Lord of the Dance teach me.

Care to join me in the dance party? This one goes on forever.