I tried to dance with God.

I must say, I danced like a clod!

I kept stepping on his toes!

Well, that's how it goes.

Now, before I danced with God, my dance card was closed!

To that funny old Bible I didn't want to be exposed.

Sometimes, I danced all alone.

But that was okay, that's all I'd ever known.

 

I danced with others, too.

Then, on to someone else, to someone new.

One day, God nudged me on my toes.

How dare he! I thought. At best he's rude, at worst, one of my foes!

Who asked him to stick in his big fat nose?

But, you know, he intrigued me. Sometimes, that's how love grows.

I've danced with God for quite a while.

He seems to appreciate my smile.

I'm getting the hang of it, but I still step on his toes.

He doesn't seem to care. He just holds me. Our love grows.

One day I glanced down at his feet.

My shock couldn't have been more complete.

I said, "God! You've been hurt! What happened to you?"

"My dear one," he said, "I did that for you."

"What do you mean? You did that for me?"

"Well," he said, "I wanted you with me for eternity.

I knew that your sin would keep you far away.

I died for you before you ever wanted to pray.

It's all been taken care of. Your sins are far away.

I came to life, and even death has nothing more to say!

Don't worry. Suppose you and I enjoy another dance.

Oh, and by the way, would you give someone else a chance?

Tell someone I love them.

They think I would rather condemn.

Tell them about the dance.

Please, tell them, they have a second chance."

Awkwardness and all, I could have danced all night!

Best of all, I want to show others how to find God's light.