Bodies in Motion

I've been pondering a lot lately about dancing and romanticism behind it. I'm not talking about the sexual aspect of two bodies grinding on top of each other in the middle of a fog filled dance floor. But the beauty and grace behind two souls moving in perfect syncopation together. I don't know why it's so hard for us, especially men, to be romanced by our King, but I think it breaks His heart, and ours too whether we realize it or not. Sometimes I wonder if God feels like a kid that was stood up by the girl of His dreams on prom night. It's really sad. If you think about it, the way the entire universe is designed, we are constantly in motion. The earth spins which forms a centrifugal force that we call gravity that serves to keep us from flying into space. The planets revolve around the sun and the sun revolves around the center of the Milky Way Galaxy and then the Milky Way revolves around the center of the universe. We are in constant motion, and I have to believe that everything was made in this way. It's His way of pointing us back to the dance floor saying, "Listen to the music I've made for you, the dance that's completely ours and no one Else's. Dance with me my love." It's so unbelievable to think about, that the creator of the Universe just wants to dance with us, His bride, who should only desire Him, and yet I think so often we're all just a bunch of Gomers running around with our legs spread. And yet I still can't get the image of Him standing on that cliche hardwood floor, the spotlight's on Him and there's some cheesy 80's dance song that suddenly sounds brand new because you've never danced to it before. There's a panic and a thrill, and your hand trembles but the second you take that first motion, everything just falls into place and suddenly you're free. I think it's time to dance.

p.s. I hope we can do the electric slide in heaven.