Dancing in Church
Have you ever danced during worship?
Maybe a better question for us Presbyterians would be, “have you ever wanted to dance in worship?”
Sarah Hunt, an MPC member and deacon, had a particularly moving experience during livestream worship on Sunday, April 30th.
It’s a beautiful account of the Holy Spirit and work and we’re grateful to Sarah for sharing with all of us.
“Dancing in Church”
By Sarah Hunt
“On Sunday morning, I woke up feeling sluggish. We’d hosted a get-together the evening before – a reunion of sorts – of the staff of the magazine that we’d worked on at the Times-Union in Jacksonville. I was tired. Very tired.
Our clothes for church were accessorized (I’m a little obsessive about such things), but I didn’t think I could sit through the service in a pew.
My husband, Jon, is one of several volunteers who operate the audio-visual equipment to live-stream services. It was his Sunday to operate the cameras, so he headed out without me.
At 10:55 a.m., I logged onto the iMac, called up Facebook, went to the MPC page and clicked on the service.
The church looked packed. I knew it was confirmation Sunday, but I’d forgotten that the children’s choirs were performing. And, there was to be a baptism, too.
‘”Wishing to See Jesus,” was the title of Hunter’s sermon. It was, as always, thought-provoking and filled me with joy/guilt/regret/hope.
Then, I scrolled down and saw the song title: “I Danced in the Morning.” I love that hymn!
When Ray started playing the organ, a strange feeling washed over me. Sitting on the loveseat in Jon’s office with two dogs at my feet and a cat beside me, I began to sing: “And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be and I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he.”
In no time, I was on my feet, singing, swaying, DANCING!
It was an amazing feeling of worship like none I’ve ever experienced. All my life, I’ve sat in a pew or stood while singing hymns in church, but I’d never danced. That was something I thought holy-rollers did!
Then, I got to the verse where the tempo slowed down: “Jesus “danced on a Friday when the sky turned black; it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back. They buried my body and they thought I’d gone, but I am the Dance, and I still go on.”
I was in tears.
“They cut me down and I leapt up high, I am the life that will never, never die.”
Maybe we should at least stand and sway when we are moved by the music.
"It was an amazing feeling of worship like none I’ve ever experienced. All my life, I’ve sat in a pew or stood while singing hymns in church, but I’d never danced. That was something I thought holy-rollers did!"