It's crazy how the dust gets blown off of old memories. A comment from a friend, a request, a song, a picture. Many memories lie beneath the dust in the attics of our mind. Some are buried under so much dust they may never be found or never want to be found. Some can be brought to light with a light dusting off. That dusting happened today. Many, many good memories were brought back into the light, but a few not so good memories. It started with a friend asking if I would bring my worship streamers to their church if I visited. I froze. My streamers? I haven't used them in years. Do I even know where they are?
Now don't get me wrong. I love to dance. I dance around the house to my music, I dance with the kids at work, I dance with the Wii, heck I even dance when I'm cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen. But it has been a while since I danced with and for Jesus. I used to dance all the time for Him. Every church service, every time worship music was on, at conferences or retreats and during outreaches. Dancing was a part of my worship. God felt so close when I danced.
When did that change? Well, I can't give the exact date. It was a slow fade and there were a few triggers. People at the church I was attending then became uncomfortable with dancing and the streamers. The worship leader on several occasions asked me to come to the front while I was worshiping. Too many people were watching me worship, I felt like a distraction. I felt uncomfortable. Dancing is a way I express my love, joy and adoration to God, but it began to feel like a performance rather than true worship. So slowly dancing faded out of my corporate worship then out of my personal worship. Dust began to fall.
Will I dust off my dancing shoes? I don't know at this point. I guess first I will have to locate my streamers and dust them off.
