I don’t dance. I have no moral objection necessarily to dancing. (Although there are some dances that should not be done.) I believe that some ballroom, big band and maybe even some line dances might be okay. I just don’t dance. I can’t really. It has something to do with rhythm and motion. But, my son, Travis . . . he can definitely bust a move. And Kendra is not too bad either.
But, Nathan and me, the dance gene must have skipped a generation or something. I am okay with not being able to dance because we are not called to dance, but instead to fight. Here is what I mean. Recently, I heard Jim Cymbala, pastor of the Brooklyn Tabernacle, say in a message that we were never told to dance the good dance, but rather fight the good fight.
Life is tough sometimes. It can be brutal. It seems that everything we believe in, everything that is good is being attacked by everything that is bad, with bad outmatching good most of the time.
But, should we really expect anything else? As I have often repeated, we are no longer in the garden and not yet in heaven, so everything is going to be a battle. It is going to be a fight. We just need to expect it, be prepared for it, and help the one who gets knocked down, knowing that from time to time we are going to get knocked down ourselves.
But, we will get back up. Life is hard. And even though I don’t dance, I would rather dance the good dance, but we are called to fight the good fight. So don’t give up, get back out there and fight.
2 Tim 4:7
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® (ESV®)
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