Impossible to resist the beat of the music. I am made to join in the dance. To respond to the song of the Creator.
The conga line is miles long, and I choose to be pulled in.
As the line snakes slowly around the room, weaving in and out, more people join in.
Jesus, the Ultimate conga leader! He sets the pace. He leads us in and out. Often the path is winding and unclear. Occasionally it’s a straight shot.
I am fully engaged in this dance. Tuning in to the music of the Master.
Except. I notice there are those on the outside. I remember being there. Considering my choice. Maybe all they need is to be invited.
“Come! Please join us! You were not made to stand and watch. You were made to dance!”
I try to grab hands and arms as I pass them by. I wish I could make them come. Convince them that they will not regret joining the dance.
But, they may choose. And I respect the no as much as I rejoice in the yes.
There are not words to explain the beauty and joy and eternal significance of joining the conga.
So, I pray. Only Jesus can draw them the way He drew me.
Lord of the Dance.
The song is almost over. Sometimes the dance feels like slow motion; I can feel the beat and savor the words. Sometimes it feels like a blur… it’s passing quickly.
And I instinctively plead for those who are hesitating. Oh, please don’t take too long. The song is almost over.
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