Dancing

Dancing is an important part of worship here. My first summer here, another host and I were talking to one of the dancers from the church. When he heard that we both went to churches that don’t dance, he was shocked. “After all the Jesus did for you? You don’t dance for him?!?!” I totally see his view point, and I love that the church here dances for the Lord. But seriously, I’m not a dancer.

Tonight I sat with my new tribe. That was a lot of fun. But Claudia talked me into going down to the front, where they dance. And while I was down there, I figured it out. I don’t like to dance because I am a perfectionist. And I don’t know the steps. And I don’t like not doing it just right. I’m frustrated. I don’t enjoy it. And it hit me. I was there to praise God with a joyful heart. My desire for an impossible perfection was turning my heart away from the joy of praising God. Whatever your definition may be, that sounds like sin to me. So I asked God for help. I started watching my fellow tribe members instead of the dance team on stage. I moved a little more. I don’t think that I have conquered this sin. I think it is going to be a long hard fight for me. I think I will find similar examples in other areas of my life too. But I have discovered it. And if I keep asking God for help, I am confident that I will one day be set free. It is a hard thing to know that there is bondage in your life, but God’s promise of victory is sweet.