Singing and Dancing

Singing and dancing have been a part of Christendom, a part of our Judeo-Christian culture since its inception. I don’t mean liturgical singing. I’m talking about loud voices proclaiming the greatness of our King, shouts and hosannas that have a melody but are much more about our passion for Him than the sound of our own voices.

Dancing has been stolen by the enemy, demeaned into something you do to get a girl. Dancing used to be a physical celebration of life and the Giver of life.

Too many voices will start shouting at this point. “We don’t do that in our church. We’re not like crazy charismatics.” Some will even say they can’t dance or that they’re bound by some infirmity.

Change the way you’re thinking!

Our worship is to be more than a mental exercise, more than repetition of what we know. It should engage our hearts, minds, bodies, souls and spirits. You can’t hold on to what’s safe, what’s expected and experience God the way He intended. You cannot be shaken if you will not move.

So sing, with everything inside of you, making yourself hoarse with the effort you put in. Dance, jump, move, swing your arms, tap your toes! For His sake, move your eyes from side to side!

He is worthy!


At the tender age of five I began my singing career.  For forty-six years I have been singing in front of people and almost all of it Christian music.  It is so easy to know the tune, know the words, know the keys to hit or the valves or the strings to push.  But to not know the God, that creates a different melody.  Each note, the tone and tenor of each note is altered by the fact that God is not in it.

Jesus came and saved me.  I sang a new song and talked with Him each day and for long times I sang in front of no one.  I worshiped, leaning on the kitchen counter, playing my guitar to the cat, dancing with my babies around the living room or up and down the stairs.  And Jesus was there, the melody was good.

I would sing for people from time to time also, wanting so much to be noticed, wanting to be heard, recognized.  The melodies were good but they were wrong.  God will not give His glory to another.  He does not share the focus with us.  So no one noticed, no one cared.

It is good for God to not let me continue that singing praises to myself.  It is wonderful that He holds me, and chastises me as His child.  What would I do if He gave me what I wanted?  “What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world but forfeits his soul?”  I, of course, would have liked to find out how God would have redeemed me from a popular life rather than my life of anonymity. But, would I have been saved?  He pursued me but in my lack I found only Him.  That is good.  That is my need.

I sing now for children and watch as they dance before Him.  I play and move to His movement in my heart.  Though my voice is old and I am often tired.  I find joy.  I find peace.  The melody is better than any I have known.  The harmonies of my sons, their finding of their own melodies for the king, is strong and amazing.  And, in it all, I know and am known by my King.

I give You my song of thanks.  Thank You!