One of my elders, Steve Stevens, began our Bible class Sunday morning describing an adorable little girl that he sees on his daily drive to work. She waits for the school bus by her apartment complex, her books and lunch on the ground.
I knew what he was going to say next, because I used to see her on my daily commute too:
"And she dances."
She dances with pure, unbridled joy to music unheard by others - not because she's plugged into an iPod, but because the music is in her head and her heart.
Steve taught a lesson about Moses dancing around God's request that he lead his people out of Egyptian slavery ... just as we often do, even when we know in our heads and hearts what God is asking us to do.
His conclusion? "I want to hear the music God puts in my heart, and then dance."
Steve said some kind things about my blog to me before that class. He said he wished he could keep a blog, but he didn't think he could write. I don't know about that.
He sure can teach.