A few nights ago I had a particular dream. I dreamed I was in the middle of a worship service at a large traditional/contemporary Baptist church (like the ones I grew up in). There were music leaders on stage, as usual, and at one point in the service, the man-in-charge asked everyone to bow their heads for a moment of communion, comtemplation and prayer. So everyone obliged and bowed their heads while music played. At the beginning of this time, the music became house music, like the kind you’d hear at a rave. No one really seemed to pay attention to the type of music.
But something in me began to stir, and I felt like God was telling me I needed to stand up and dance my prayers and worship to him. So I began to dance. Just there by myself, I danced next to my seat. Heads started to lift and watch, and the feeling behind those eyes were of disapproval. “Doesn’t that girl know she’s supposed to be praying?” the eyes asked. Of course I knew that I WAS, in fact praying with everything my body had to offer.
The thing is this: I didn’t even feel the need to justify myself before the hundreds of people at this service. I didn’t feel the need to explain my actions to them, to explain that God had called me to do the seemingly strange at that moment. All I felt was the peace in knowing that I was listening to God’s voice and loving him they best way I possibly could. I felt the freedom to simply be who I needed to be.