OK! I am ready to dance in the streets. Bring on the drums and trumpets because the 10 lords-a-leapin got nothing on me. God's love is so great I can feel it overflowing from every part of me. God's love is so great I can't hold it in and keep it to myself. God's love is so great I just want to yell "I Love you too, God" out of my dorm window!
But I won't.
And there we have it, brothers and sisters. Somehow and for unknown reasons I've become a person who has quieted my love for God. To make things worse, I've even quieted God's love for me. To be honest, I vaguely remember the last time I fully expressed God's love in song, dance, or laughter. Yes, I sing praise songs, but when I do I don't clap my hands or dance in the pew. When I praise God I use my words and I feel it in my heart. It just doesn't make it from my soul to my body.
How I admire those Israelites described in 2 Samuel 6 - well, except for Uzzah, but that's a different story. I cherish how they are able to praise their God with so much of an animated and effervescent energy. The picture of them "dancing before the Lord with all their might, with songs and lyres and harps and tambourines and castanets and cymbals" truly gives me worship envy.
So, what do I plan to do about it? Do I just continue worshiping my God in the way I have conformed to? Do I let what others think about my being the only one with my arms raised in the air, clapping my hands to match the beating of my heart, or shuffling my feet on the tiles of the church dictate my actions and expressions towards God?
NO! If I feel the need to express my love for God and God's love for me then, by golly, I will.
Join me for a dance?
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