Lord of the Dance

 

We haven’t been to a ceilidh for far too long. The Scottish dances, much like American square dances which probably developed from them, are energetic and joyful. Many of them require partners to cling on to each other as feet fly out and up in a frenzy of grace and hope.

Sometimes dancers switch partners as the dance progresses, but partners always work together to maintain balance and forward movement.

Jamie ‘danced’ into our reel of life this weekend, helping Don reduce the meadow to the lawn I knew lurked beneath. As Don and I sat entranced by the Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat production we enjoyed with our three eldest grandchildren, Jamie quietly put his younger twins to bed and prepped the food for the next day’s BBQ. No fanfare, no fuss: he just quietly slipped into the harnesses and walked us towards our destination.

I was reading about Barnabas and Paul this morning. Barnabas slipped into the yoke alongside Paul, helping him move forward and steadying him for the next dance to which God had called him.

May I slip in beside someone today, Lord, someone who is flagging and who just needs that little bit of help that I might be able to provide to enable them to continue on their own dance through life. Thank you, Lord, that you are Lord of the dance, and that in you is joy.