If there’s one thing I wish I’d done in my childhood that I didn’t do, it’s DANCE. I love dance–mostly watching it, since I feel a little inferior about it (being raised in a non-dancing church, you see). I LOVE dance movies, I love ballroom dance, I love dancing around the house. No, not hoochie-coochie dancing, but the kind of dance that expresses joy in movement and in simply being alive.
The above link is to a New York Times article on praise dance. I love it. When I occasionally traveled with Women of Faith a few years back, one of my favorite parts of the program was when Thelma Wells’ daughters would do a praise dance. They are professionally trained dancers, and their presentation was simply beautiful. Reverent. Lovely.
So enjoy the article . . . and I hope you dance! In heaven, I’m signing up for a thousand years of ballet.