Showing posts with label Dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dancing. Show all posts

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Dancing With the Morning Star

“But to what will I compare this generation?  It is like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed, and you did not mourn.’  For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon’; the Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they say, ‘Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’  Yet wisdom is vindicated by her deeds.” 
“Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”   Matthew 11: 16-19, 28-30(NRSV)
It must have been pretty easy for Jesus to feel like he was the captain of the Titanic.  Those who weren’t hurling insults his way doubted him or treated him with complacency.

The doubters included Jesus’ cousin, John the Baptist, who was in prison, but sent emissaries to prod Jesus into doing something to prove he was Messiah.  The religious authorities didn’t much like the Baptist (he was, after all, in jail); they said he had a demon because of his asceticism.  Jesus was much different; he partied and hung-out with both the despised and the movers and shakers.  They called him a wine-bibber (read that party animal). 

Jesus’ friends in Bethsaida and Capernaum were complacent.  They saw miracle upon wonder and remained chilled, unmoved.  “Ho-hum…that was a good trick, Jesus; do another one.”  Jesus shook his head and told them they were like children who couldn’t make up their minds whether to play wedding or funeral, so they sat doing nothing.

Friends, Foes and Followers….they all misread Jesus.  They wanted proof and benefit in hand.  He had come to give them so much more; he had come to give them himself in relationship….and they were surprised when he didn’t act like they thought he should.

1.     He had come into the world to be the Savior.
2.     The world had said, "OK, if you ARE the Messiah, then this is the way you should act...and this...and this....
3.     But Jesus wouldn't dance to their music.

And so we ask the question - WHY DIDN'T JESUS DANCE? 

1.     The crowds wanted a "break-dancer" to entertain them.
2.     The established religious leaders wanted a more traditional "fox-trotter," who would learn all the correct steps and moves before playing on their dance floor.

The Lord had a dance of the soul in mind.  People wanted fancy steps and action...Jesus wanted them to see the Great Musician.

When Jesus’ cousin, John the Baptist, whom Jesus declared the greatest of the prophets, questioned Jesus about His mission, Jesus used the John’s question as a spring-board to teach several important TRUTHS about His mission, and the relationship God wants to have with of us.

Relationship is a dance.  I’ve never danced much, or well; I’m not very graceful.  We even took dance lessons a couple summers ago.  I went through the classes and did what I was told.  I moved around a good bit, but dancing still escapes me.  Somehow I missed the music gene…and that’s the point:  Elizabeth can dance, but she’s got a miserable partner.  If you’ve got no music on the inside, it doesn’t matter what you do on the outside – it’s only shuffling around.    

The dance of God is like that; you have to be born again on the inside to genuinely dance the kind of relationship He wants to have with you.  And when you begin to dance with the Morning Star some stuff happens…

You get surprised a lot

Surprised by My Fickleness

I get surprised by my own fickleness.  Like Jesus’ followers, friends and foes, we get a little upset when Jesus acts differently than we want.  That’s human nature!  We want things our way, and even when we’re treated better than we deserve, it’s not enough.  Few are ever satisfied.
I heard about a farmer who was so critical of everything that he drove his neighbors crazy.  If it rained he complained the crops would rot; if it was dry that was bad.  None of his farm machines measured-up.  Finally, one of his neighbors decided to shut him up for good.  He had recently bought a hunting dog, and found out the hound could actually walk on water.  He convinced his negative neighbor to go duck hunting with him. 
The next morning when the first shots rang out, the hound ran right out on the water, retrieved the duck, turned around and trotted back without so much as getting damp.  Said the proud owner of the hound, “Well…my dog walks on water; what do you think of that?”  Said the negative neighbor, “Can’t swim, can he?” 
Jesus probably couldn’t have pleased that guy either…or most of us.  But like Jesus said (v.19) wisdom is vindicated by her deeds.  This is like our saying, judge words by the actions. We can be as fickle as we will…we are not going to change Jesus.  He will always love us.  That’s surprising!

Surprised by My Faith Fault-line

And then I also get surprised by my “faith fault-line”.  It’s amazing, isn’t it?  We, like those who saw Jesus perform miracles of God’s grace, and remained as complacent as a chair…it’s like we know this Almighty God created an infinite universe and is willing to love us, die for us and wants us to come close so he can bless us – well, it’s just no big deal.  It IS a big deal; it’s something to get all excited about and shout and praise and tell others. 

Jesus warned those who failed to acknowledge God’s goodness to repent, or change their ways.  I am surprised at how stubborn I can be in this.  I get really settled in what I like and what I do.  Jesus wants so much more for me.  And that’s good news.  We may be Methodists, but if we’ve got a pulse, we ought to be shouting this news from the rooftops! 

So, in dancing with the dayspring, morning star, you get surprised a lot, and…

You get loved a lot

The rest provided by an easy yoke and light burden is arguably one of the most recognized metaphors in Scripture.  Who isn’t burdened?  Who hasn’t needed rest from it all?  But it is also a commonly misunderstood rest.  It isn’t a burden-free life Jesus offers – he called it his burden.  He just said it was “light”. 

The rest Jesus offers is from the inner turmoil that describes life that is self-driven, as opposed to God-led.

In June 2011 we got a new addition to our family.  Gracie Cotton was orphaned and she adopted us…sorta!  It’s a long story. She was five then, and when your human companion has gone away, it’s hard to get used to a new place, rules and even where to do your business (and which rug to avoid).  We learned that she is fickle when it comes to food, and exceedingly fearful of summer lightning storms.  And we discovered that in just a couple of days our hearts were melting like butter on hot grits.

In the space of a few weeks Gracie, a bright, alert, quick learner began to accept the comfort of my yoke.  We call it a leash, but it’s comforting for her.  With that leash I care for her, that she won’t get lost.  I lead her to the right places, and when back in our house, our home, she is released into family fellowship in all the rooms.  In short, she gets loved…a lot!

And that’s how it is in the dance with the Morning Star….in spite of my fickleness and faith fault-line, I get loved a lot. 

Jesus didn't dance to the music some selfish people thought was important.  But He does stand ready on the dance floor.  He wants to help you do the "dance of life."  Just take His hand, He will lead.

And that’s what our table this morning celebrates…the dance of life with the Bright and Morning Star!

Lord, we pray that we’d learn to run to Your yoke…in the Name of the Father, Because of the Son, Cooperating with the Spirit…Amen!

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Monday, December 5, 2016

No More Tambourines

Monday, December 5, 2016
Look!  The Lord is about to destroy the earth and make it a vast wasteland.  He devastates the surface of the earth and scatters the people.  Priests and laypeople, servants and masters, maids and mistresses, buyers and sellers, lenders and borrowers, bankers and debtors—none will be spared.  The earth will be completely emptied and looted.  The Lord has spoken!  The earth mourns and dries up, and the land wastes away and withers.  Even the greatest people on earth waste away.  The earth suffers for the sins of its people, for they have twisted God’s instructions, violated his laws, and broken his everlasting covenant.  Therefore, a curse consumes the earth.  Its people must pay the price for their sin.  They are destroyed by fire, and only a few are left alive.  The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine.  All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.  The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more.  The melodious chords of the harp are silent.  Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.  The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders.  Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine.  Joy has turned to gloom.  Gladness has been banished from the land.  The city is left in ruins, its gates battered down.  Throughout the earth the story is the same—only a remnant is left, like the stray olives left on the tree or the few grapes left on the vine after harvest.  But all who are left shout and sing for joy.  Those in the west praise the Lord’s majesty.  In eastern lands, give glory to the Lord.  In the lands beyond the sea, praise the name of the Lord, the God of Israel.  We hear songs of praise from the ends of the earth, songs that give glory to the Righteous One!  But my heart is heavy with grief.  Weep for me, for I wither away.  Deceit still prevails, and treachery is everywhere.  Isaiah 24:1-16(NLT)
My wife owns a tambourine; there, I said it!  She uses it from time to time with choir stuff.  I’ve never been a fan of tambourine music.  Really?
Yes, I mean I REALLY hate the sound of a tambourine!  It’s taken me nearly seven decades to figure it out, and I’m only now suspecting that it’s because I hate dancing! 
Again, only this time BIGGER:   I.  REALLY.  Hate.  Dancing!  After years and years of never-dancing we took some lessons (you KNOW that wasn’t MY idea)!  And it was confirmed – no rhythm and a total inability to match the movements of two left feet with the beat of guitar, drums or tambourine!  I’m a hopeless, non-dancing wallflower! 
Not only can I not-dance, I can’t find it in my heart to like the sound of a tambourine.  Every picture in my mind of a tambourine is connected to people merrily jumping around in big circles of crowded wedding reception dance floors; they’re ecstatic, having a wonderful (albeit sweaty) time, and one sure fact is – I’m NOT one of those people!
Which brings us to Isaiah’s prophecy – the tambourines in Jerusalem disappear! 
No – Russell didn’t steal all the tambourines and burn them in a twisted sense of some weird tambourine-jihad.  Isaiah was seeing the destruction of the Holy City, and with it the sound of music, joy, and laughter is circling the drain.  The party is over for God’s disobedient people; all that’s left is a living room full of emptiness, like the destruction-scene of a morning after the mother of all frat parties.  Not a pretty sight!
But then Isaiah does the strangest, most unconventional thing – he tells all those who still love the Lord to rejoice and to give praise and glory to name of the Lord, and sing songs.  He’s telling them to dig deep in their hearts to find the tambourines; he is telling them to play some music and get those feet moving.
Strange, eh?  No, not at all.  The prophet sees beyond the empty paper cups strewn all over the floor, empty beer bottles, broken dreams and shattered hope.  He sees the righteousness of God rising out of the destruction of man’s disobedience.  He’s looking down the long corridors of time, the carnage of misspent lives cast into the potter’s field.  He’s seeing God lifting up the tambourine to lead the band, and he sees the remnant beginning to dance to the tune of angel’s songs.  Even those of us with two left feet are invited, because he’s gonna teach us – even this non-dancing, tambourine- hating preacher.

For You Today

How’s life working for YOU?  Oh, wait…is that tambourine music I hear?
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!
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[i] Title image: By Pianosimon - Own work, via Wikimedia Commons