The Dance of God

The story behind this is that Tuesday, I was helping with VBS decorations at the church and had just taken a break to go find my music director to ask him a question. Only when I got to where his office would be I learned he was not in at that moment. So I was heading back down the hall with the windows and noticed it had just started raining. Upon arriving back in the church lobby where we were working on the decorations, I announced that I had to do something, that my momma wouldn't let me do it, but that I just had to. When asked what it was, I announced, I just feel like I have to take my socks off and go run in that rain. Everyone said, well do it. So I did. I got into that parking lot at the church and just started dancing in the rain, arms lifted up, and I looked toward Heaven and just let God wash away my fears and my worries. I am no longer afraid of having a rare, incurable disease. I am no longer afraid to serve God in whatever way that will be. And thus begins the dance of God.  




The Dance of God  


All it takes is one heart, one mind, one soul, one life. All it takes is one breath, one hope, one prayer. All it takes is one small child, one new believer, one young life. All it takes is that to really know and experience the dance of God. The dance of God is not necessarily about the steps, the motions, the choreography because the dance of God is whatever is in the heart. It starts in the heart, moves through the veins, the arteries, the muscles, the brain. The next thing you know, the feet start moving, the arms start moving, the body starts moving. There doesn't have to be music because the music is in your heart. An onlooker may think it crazy, but you don't care. All you know is you have to dance, dance, dance. Dance like you don't care because you don't. All you care about is praising God, worshipping God. For the small things, for the large things. For the beautiful things, for the not so beautiful things. For all of creation. For all of mankind. And that is the dance of God. -Written by SES, 2 June 2010  

The little girl climbs on the daddy's feet for a father-daughter dance. There doesn't have to be music. The music is in the heart. I'm climbing on God's feet and I'm hanging on for the dance and for the ride. God's song in my heart is the music of the dance. 

Psalm 149:3 
Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!  




"Be Glorified" 
By Chris Tomlin  


Your love has captured me 
Your grace has set me free 
Your life the air I breathe 
Be glorified in me  


Your love has captured me 
Your grace has set me free 
Your life the air I breathe 
Be glorified in me  


You set my feet to dancing 
You set my heart on fire 
In the presence of a thousand kings you are my one desire  


I stand before you now 
With trembling hands lifted high 
Be glorified  


Your love has captured me 
Your grace has set me free 
Your life the air I breathe 
Be glorified in me  


Oh yeah  


You set my feet to dancing 
You set my heart on fire 
In the presence of a thousand kings 
You are my one desire  


I stand before you now 
With trembling hands lifted high 
Be glorified  


Be glorified in me 
Be glorified in me 
Be glorified in me 
Be glorified 


Be glorified in me 
Be glorified in me 
Be glorified in me 
Be glorified in me 
Be glorified  


You set my feet to dancing 
You set my heart on fire 
In the presence of a thousand kings 
You are my one desire  


I stand before you now 
With trembling hands lifted high 
Be glorified 

Gluten Free at Church

Sometimes, it takes little and sometimes it takes a lot, but as they say, faith as small as a mustard seed can move some mighty big mountains. Okay, so I'm not 100% quoting that verse from the Bible, but you get my point, right?  


Well, I'd mentioned the possibility of it last year, but after I had an asthma attack the last time I ate a McDonald's cheeseburger, made with of course a wheat bun, I noticed that some mountains moved at my church in Birmingham, Alabama area.  


Oak Mountain Presbyterian Church now joins the ranks of a cluster of churches who are making the move to provide a gluten free alternative to the traditional communion cracker they usually use so people who have celiac disease, gluten intolerance and wheat allergy can still participate in its monthly communion service.  


Although there may not be a percentage yet as to how many people are benefitting from this option, it is a sign of the changing times and the growing acceptance of people who have issues with gluten and wheat.  


It also shows that they have compassion for a growing population of people who cannot tolerate gluten and wheat.  


Now, I wonder what it would take for them to become a peanut free zone for those who have asthma attacks just from smelling peanuts?

Of Bobs and Jasons (Or My Life As a New Christian at OMPC-Part I) copied from Facebook Notes

I was invited to church by a Bob. After the pastor returned from a mission trip to Ireland, I met him. Turned out his name was also Bob. The tone of the worship service is established by this somewhat "eccentric" but really cool music minister named Jason. After a couple of weeks, Bob number one's wife took me to the new members' inquiry class led by, you guessed it, another Jason. So, how do I keep all these awesome people in my life straight? At first, my relationship with Bob number one was hard to explain, but now we are just friends. I use the proper Southern Miss with his wife. Jason, the music minister, is just Jason. The other is Mr. Jason. Bob number one is now Mr. Bob and Bob, the pastor, has now respectfully become Pastor. I had to come up with a system because being a young Christian presents enough challenges without also dealing with "what do I call you?"

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In retrospect, I'm not so sure "eccentric" was quite the word I was looking for?!?