Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
David danced before the Lord with all his might. —2 Samuel 6.14
When his daughter Herodias came in and danced, she pleased Herod and his guests. — Mark 6.22
Music is playing, music with an aim, produced, music of collusion and desire, insistent and sexual. Hard not to move with the music. Hard not to fall into the rhythm, seduce and be seduced. But don't slip on the blood on the floor.
Other music plays, silent, within. Different feel, different band. Music of a beating heart, melody of tumbling water, lullaby whispered for a lifetime, song of hearts set free. The Beloved cuts in. “May I have this one?”
No one to impress, only to offend. No one to dance for, only with. Dance. Let joy move you, even in the face of evil, let love move you. Before the guns, behind the prison bars, on the gallows, dance. Dance on your own grave. When they threaten you, dance the other dance that at last will consume them as well.
Unseen, though you know within, the Beloved takes you in steady arms. Dance.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net