You’d think I’d learn, huh?
In Sunday School, Harvey had us begin a multi-week exploration of hope. We went through some verses, enjoying a good time discussing them over coffee.
(Yep, the Elixir of Knowledge and God’s Word of Wisdom – now that’s “higher education”).
Two days later, Don puts a poster on Facebook that puts Hebrews 11:1 into incredible choreographic terms :
“HOPE is the ability to hear the Music of the Future . . . FAITH is the courage to Dance to it Today.”
Whoa. I start to ponder this as another cup of Elixir disappears.
Abram danced for quite a few years, as did Sarai. Dancing on, they called each other “Abraham” and “Sarah” in anticipation of that shrill, wonderful Music of a newborn’s first cry.
David was anointed king while yet a shepherd boy. He still had to wait through a lot more bleating sheep, scores of bloody battles, and then “life on the run” before hearing that confirming Music of coronation trumpets. Was he a Dancer or what, eh?
The Music is playing . . . and there’s a special Song for each one of us.
Some days I have to listen harder than others. All the noise and other raucous music drown out the music I thought I heard. Spending quiet time with the Master Musician helps. Helps a lot, actually; not doing anything but just listening.
Soooo . . . ya wanna Dance?