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!

Married and Boring

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Yesterday, I was awakened somewhere in the wee hours of the morning to the screams and cries of my grandson.  They are staying with us for awhile so that my son-in-law can get his visa.  It hasn’t been easy on any of us with him in Mexico and mommy and baby up here without him, but they’re making it.  We’re making it.

We wonder where our time is running off to.  So many things happening, marriages, babies, yes and funerals too, practices, church, work, business and we feel like we never get to slow down and breathe.

So then I read this post where someone said her friends were married and boring and it got me thinking.  Now she was only kidding but we tend to classify things that way.  Kids are less intelligent, incapable of doing some of the cool things that we can do so we compartamentalize them.  Young teens are full of hormones and don’t have a clue what they’re doing, box them up and there you go.  High schoolers and college people think they know everything but don’t have any common sense, roped off, dealt with.  Young adults making huge decisions without any experience to know the impact of those decisions.  Middle aged, married and boring.  Old people, really boring, plus they’re dying and smell bad.  Taped them all up and put them in their place.

We often do this because we can’t see through their eyes.  Sometimes, it’s because we’re proud.  Sometimes we wish we were there and it makes us jealous.

I am married and boring.  I admit it.  I work a lot.  I write.  I play guitar and sing.  I jump and dance.  I hold hands with my grandson.  I still get to hear my teenage sons tell me that they love me.  I listen to rock.  I laugh and do crazy things sometimes.

I rode a mechanical bull recently and actually did ok.  My wife was shaking her head and wondering when the next ER visit was coming but I survived and patted myself on the back.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think every age is pretty cool.  There are opportunities and blessings that every season brings us.  I hope I’m never too old to rock but should that day come, I know God will give me something else cool to do.

Life can be a blast.  Maybe it depends on what you choose to make of it.

HA!  Maybe every day can be something amazing if we just look for it.

Then we don’t ever have to be boring.