There were a couple of occasions when my Dad, who was a pastor, pulled the blinds in our house so no parishioners could see in. He leafed through our record albums to find a big band recording and placed it in our hi-fi stereo. After setting the needle on just the right song, the music would play and my parents would dance.
I remember the gasps of excitement from my older sisters. And I remember us sitting and watching them thinking: “Who are these people?”
They Shimm Shamm Shimmied with the Dorsey Brothers and Cha Cha’d to the Chattanoogo Choo Choo! They could move from a Jitter Bug to a Waltz effortlessly. It was impressive!
I remember Cindy asking, “How do you know which way to turn?”
My mother answered: “Your Father leads.” And my Dad interjected: “You mother is a great follower!”
Those answers weren’t enough for Laura. She asked my mother, “What do you mean by following? How do you know which way Daddy is going to go?”
This was my mother’s reply: “I can tell which way he is going to go by the touch of his hand in the small of my back.”
Wow. That was impressive!
Someone once said this about the well-known dancing partners Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers: “Remember Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels!”
Following must be hard, especially if you haven’t learned your partners signals.
How are you doing in your dance with Jesus?