BORN TO DANCE!

"When those who were carrying the ark of the Lord had taken six steps, he sacrificed a bull and a fattened calf. David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the Lord with all his might, while he and the entire house of Israel brought up the ark of the Lord with shouts and the sound of trumpets." 2 Samuel 6: 13-15 (NIV)

What a wonderful worship service we had yesterday with Dane Bailey, the Singing Auctioneer. His deep base rumbled through the hymns we love and some that would be new lovables. He mixed the songs with a little auctioneer prattle. What fun! One favorite hymn was, I’ll Fly Away, that Albert E. Brumley wrote in 1929 and Hartford Music Company published in 1932.

"I’ll fly away, Oh Glory, I’ll fly away! When I get to Heaven by and by, I’ll fly away." Dane invited the congregation to join in the chorus.

The most enthusiastic participant in the sanctuary was our nineteen-month-old granddaughter, Shyloe Knipp. She stood up on the pew and put her entire body into I’ll Fly Away, from her flashing eyes and big grin, to her dancing feet. She waved her arms like she was flying, clapped in rhythm to the music, rocked her entire body in dance, attempted to direct Dane like a chorus leader, and made a hand gesture, that to her, meant thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, were her little hand praises.

We were born to sing and dance for the Lord God! We were placed on earth to praise His Holy name! Shyloe knows it already but at some point in her life she will learn to be more reserved. Why? Let your heart sing! Let your body dance the dance of faith. Love life, every single minute of it! Let us pray:

"Father God, we praise you unendingly but we have forgotten how to dance for you. We fear that others may not approve. May the only approval we care about and seek, be yours. You are Holy and pure. We love you Lord and we ask for the courage to allow others to see our adoration and praise. The joy of you we share, magnifies the joy we experience, for your living presence is in our words. How amazing you are and how miraculous is your touch. Forgive us when we do not raise your name in song and dance the dance of faith, because others are longing to hear about you. In the name of Jesus, your son, we pray. Amen"

Doris
"God gives us stories that testify to His love. Let me tell you mine."
Copyright 2012 Doris Gaines Rapp

{I was late posting today because we too had a lot to celebrate and give praise to God. Early this morning, we went to Indianapolis to get our son Jim (James to you all in Muncie). He had flown in from Afghanistan for a two-week vacation. Praise the Lord! He even got in thirty minutes early!}

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