Dance Party Lesson Five: The Last Dance
Friday, September 09, 2011 Posted by Katie
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Confession. I’m a Doo-Wop fan. The Shirelle’s, Ben E. King, The Drifters. Love. Them. I am convinced I was born in the wrong decade. I was meant to have been a part of the generation who grew up knowing how to swing, twist, and shag (and did so every Friday night at some fun beach party). There is nothing I find more romantic than a turn around the dance floor to tunes like “This Old Heart of Mine” and “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?”
As a parent, I find myself longing for this generation for more reasons than a good four-part harmony. I’m worried about the world my kids will face as they grow into young men. Values “out there” sure have changed since I was a kid. Christian parents have their work cut out for them. This world is nothing Jesus can’t handle, of course (he said so…John 16:33). But I find myself trying to find every which way to “romance” my kids towards Jesus. Perhaps that is, for me, what all this “faith dancing” is about. If I can help my boys hear the tune, and teach them how to dance to it, they will ultimately fall head-over-heels for the big J.C. I’ve got to get the dance just right. That way I’ll know that, someday, when they are grown, they will be all right.
But even as I say/pray this, fighting the temptation to worry for my little men and carry the burden of their faith on my shoulders, I sense Jesus is cueing the lights to go dim on my little dance floor. He has motioned for the disco ball to slowly begin to turn, allowing its little reflections to sparkle in a cascade across the room. A spotlight appears on a stage before me, and Jesus, dressed to the nines in a snazzy vintage suit, steps up to an old mic and begins to sing…
But don’t forget
who’s taking you home,
and in whose arms you’re gonna be….
So darlin’…save the last dance for me.
Save the last dance for me.
and in whose arms you’re gonna be….
So darlin’…save the last dance for me.
Save the last dance for me.
(Amen.)