Last night, about a half dozen toddlers began dancing in the front of the church when the band started playing Phil Wickham’s song “Divine Romance.” It was great. One of them can’t even walk yet. But she is able to stand on her own. So she stood in one place and moved her torso and arms in rhythm with the music. Kids at that age don’t care who’s looking on and what they think. The drum beat and the base line and the guitar riffs are catchy. They can feel the music moving them. And they respond to it by dancing. It’s as natural to them as breathing.
Of course, my pride would not allow me to join them. Besides, the other worshippers would have been distracted by a tall, gangly, white boy dancing about awkwardly, knocking small children over with his flailing legs.
Gotta love kids.
