Psalm 30, 32; Ezekiel 39:21-29; Philippians 4:10-20; John 17: 20-26
When I was young, well much younger, during that middle school time, (back then we called it Jr. High School) I began to attend dances given by the school, the church, Job’s Daughter’s and De Molay and that dreaded word…. Cotillion. Ah yes, Cotillion where the girls wore their party dresses and white gloves (do they even sell white gloves anymore?) and the boys wore a white shirt with a tie and nice pants. We were certainly not in sackcloth but rather the finery that was of the day. I don’t remember much of Cotillion but what I do remember is learning to dance with a boy that was at least one foot shorter than me, a grueling time learning the box step, the fox trot, the waltz and others to the count of a very loud matron who made sure we learned our steps.
Dancing took on many other faces as it became acceptable to dance to the beat rather than pre determined, controlled steps, it became tender when you danced with your first love, hectic, chaotic, in groups, by yourself, a way to burn off excess energy and to just have fun. The dance steps changed as often as the music changed and it was a challenge to keep up with the latest “look” of the dance. But we had American Bandstand for that help!
Fast forward to the current era where I attended a Eucharistic Minister training at St. Margaret’s lead by our own Deacon Cherry Remboldt. She shared that what happened during the Eucharist was a sacred dance, where everyone knew the steps and with partners, we would serve the chalice to those that wanted to be part of the dance. So now dancing became part of the way to serve the Lord and I immediately found peace and joy being a part of that ministry and I continue to look forward to the dance each Sunday morning.
Psalm 30: 11-12
You have turned my mourning into dancing;
You have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
So that my soul “may praise you and not be silent.”
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
Hmm, wonder if Cotillion knew it was teaching me how to dance with the Lord?
Karel Lambell has been a member of St. Margaret’s since 1997. She has served on the Vestry and has been Sr. Warden. Karel serves as a Verger and Eucharistic Minister.