It was one of those desperate moments. I was crying out to God for a refilling. And for a word – be it rebuke, encouragement, exhortation or instruction – whatever! After several days of being bombarded with a lot of the muck of life, I just wanted to hear the Good Shepherd’s voice.
During worship, I sensed God calling out, “Dance with me.” What a glorious invitation! I’ll give some background.
I love to dance. But growing up in a Mennonite home, and then marrying a culturally conservative Kenyan, there have not been many chances.
Last week, we were staying in a luxurious hotel at the coast, compliments of the Disaster Response Seminar there. After dinner, the dance floor was open and a live band in place. I really wanted to dance with my beloved. I admired those who were swinging to the various beats. But that special someone was not up for the idea. Unfortunately, that left me with a bit of self-pity and a tinge of resentment. “Why do we have to be so holy all the time?”
I am generally not very big on the “Jesus as lover” trend that can be a bit mushy and even egocentric at times. (Forgive me if that statement was offensive <J). But the words spoken to my heart, ‘dance with me’ were deeply meaningful. God really does know us intimately.
“The watchman opens the gate for (the Shepherd) and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and ‘leads them out.’ When he has brought out all of his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice.”