I spent the afternoon cleaning up cables and equipment at the church. One of the more common tasks of an Audio/Visual team leader. I could have had help if I had wanted, but today I didn't want. There was much to talk to God about and my heart was heavy. So I turned my worship music on loud in the empty sanctuary as started to coil, and arrange, and gaff.
Before long I was singing along. Singing to God with an audience of sixteen red rows of theater seats...
"You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust." *
Then I couldn't sit still any longer. I got up and started to dance. Those sixteen rows of red seats wouldn't mind.
"...You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of us!" *
There's a reason the Psalms command us to dance. It's freeing. When you discard all inhibitions in praise and pour your strength into worship. When all the unspoken prayer from the heart is lavished like incense on the Saviour's feet. You can't dance and be dismal. And you can't dance halfheartedly - not when it's just you and God.
I danced my yearning for God, my desire for His pleasure. Then I danced His victory. My God IS victorious and it was time my enemies knew it. Visibly. I danced on the grave of my self will. I danced the dance of those made whole by the mercy of God. I don't know if it was pretty (that wasn't the point), it was simply all I had. I danced until my strength was gone, my face was sweaty, and I could smile again.
I danced until I got victory.
Take a minute one of these days and dance before God in your prayer closet. King David did it. The Israelites did it when God parted the Red Sea. Pour out your praise like sweet perfume at His feet.
*From the song "Beautiful Things" by Gungor
1 comments:
Hi, Really great effort. Everyone must read this article. Thanks for sharing.
Post a Comment