We have lots of visitors to our church, but two hours before an event we are normally seeing regulars hard at work.
Dave and Paula travel the country, setting up shop at campgrounds for weeks or months, simply to serve that community to which they feel led.
Lucky for us.
They visited us at 11am to attend church and found this huge preparation for a 1pm Sand and Sauce event instead (see What if Serving Could Become Rest?, June 8th post).
Would I have spent the next 6-7 hours jumping into any and every task needed, giving heart and soul to people I've never met, working in pouring rain at times, simply giving of myself until the end?
And then, right in the middle of the event, with our incredible band playing...they danced.
For some reason, that touched my heart the most. It just seemed their joy of giving spilled over into dancing, at a place where no one else even thought to dance. Eating, chatting, playing volleyball, delighting in water inflatables, and playing corn hole were all great fun and were the serving platters of our outreach for the day, but the joy of dance somehow stood on its own.
In 2 Samuel 6 (Old Testament), David, overcome with joy as he escorted the Chest of God during its transfer to Jerusalem, broke into dance. He, too, was an incredible servant of God.
Dave and Paula, thanks for the dozens of tasks you helped us complete. Thanks for the bits of your story you shared and for listening to bits of ours.
But for this tired but deeply moved worker bee, my greatest thanks to you is for...your dance.
(Photo: cornerdancehall.com.)
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