“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing.” –Luke 15:22-25
This passage is found in the familiar story of the prodigal son. It gives a vivid picture not only of what our salvation is like – the best of everything when we deserve nothing – but also of the Father’s heart, and of the Father’s house.
When was the last time you remembered that there is music, dancing, and celebration in the Father’s house?
We are not yet dwelling in the Father’s house that He is preparing for us (heaven), but we have His Spirit dwelling in us. Because of Jesus, we have every reason to celebrate – even in the midst of trials, suffering, and pain. Because of Him, we have only celebration, joy, worship, wonder, music, and dancing to look forward to.
I believe this heavenly reality is something we can carry in our hearts no matter our circumstances. Here’s a poem I wrote that helps remind me to do that. I hope it blesses you today.
The Dance of Faith
When joy overflows,
When loved ones are near,
When God answers prayer,
When faith triumphs over fear,
Dance!
When sorrow overflows,
When loneliness weighs,
When pain inhabits your days,
When discouragement stays,
Dance!
Dance with your feet,
Dance in your heart.
Dance with a song,
Dance in the silence.
Dance with joy,
Dance in tears.
Dance by faith,
Your offering of praise.
Dance with Him,
For He is holding you.
Dance for life,
Eternity will soon be here.
(Copyright Joanna K. Harris)
