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Friday, 15 December 2023

Dance to the Beat

 

Some sort of machine chugged away in the driveway, doing something to aid the builders working out back. To adult ears, it might be a slightly annoying noise, disturbing the peace. But to young ears, open to all possibilities…

The children were heading out for school and as the youngest heard the rhythmic beat of the chugging machine, his beautiful wee face creased into a grin and he began to gyrate and bounce to the ‘music’. His older brother and sister were quick to join in, joyfully twisting and turning and jumping and laughing.

See the little children, Jesus advised. Be like them.

With the right ears, attuned and calibrated to a divine rhythm, we can joyfully dance to the beat of life, trusting that our faithful, loving Lord is in everything.

May I hear the music and rhythm of heaven today, however mundane and tedious my own tasks might be.

Joy to the world! The Lord has come!

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