Monday, January 3, 2011

Undignified Dance

In 2011, I have made a goal to be a better blogger......a goal - not a resolution, mind you. I'm up for my annual review at work and the review sheet I had to fill out asks me to set both ministry and personal goals for the year. So, I tried to earnestly think about tangible things that I wanted to do this year. I am going to attempt to read through the Bible in 3 months. I am going to try to read two books a month this year. I read about half that this year. Another thing I really want to do is write more. I love writing - it's a cathartic for me - yet I rarely do it. So, I set that goal.
So, now comes the process of actually setting up them blog. I wanted to start a brand new blog with a brand new name. Ah......and there's the problem. I struggle with coming up with names. The title was always the last part of my paper to come together in college. That's seems backwards, doesn't it? It seems that the title should come first because it will give direction to everything else. Alas, I've never been able to do that. However, blogging doesn't afford me that luxury. So......a name. I thought about it, even prayed about it - and the one thing that came to my mind was the story of King David and Michal. In his fervor to praise the Lord, David danced about in nothing but a loin cloth. Michal was embarrassed and told her husband-king how undignified and unking-like his praise was.
Yet David told Michal he would become "more undignified than this." You see, King David was not concerned with how he looked to Michal - or to anyone else for that matter. He wasn't concerned with preserving his kingly honor or embarrassing himself. The most important thing in David's world was offering up a sacrifice of praise.
And with my Savior's help, that's what I want to do. I want to dance with my Savior when the steps are wild and crazy and everyone thinks I need to change the music. I will dance with him when the steps are joyful and alive. I need to dance with Him when the steps are slow and sorrowful. When I can't hear the music, I still want to dance. This dance will not be of my choosing - not the steps or the song. But, I can trust the Song-Giver and Step-Maker, so I will dance. I will dance my heart out.