Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

The Art of Dancing

 When I was a teen and well into orchestral training, an album was given to me that would be wonderful to find once again. I believe it was called,  “The Compleat Dancing Master.” [sic] It is no longer available, as far as I am able to discover. It was a collection (as I recall) of Renaissance English Country Dance tunes (fiddles, lutes, pipes, guitar, etc). 


When I was a teen and well into orchestral training, an album was given to me that would be wonderful to find once again. I believe it was called,  “The Compleat Dancing Master.” [sic] It is no longer available, as far as I am able to discover. It was a collection (as I recall) of Renaissance English Country Dance tunes (fiddles, lutes, pipes, guitar, etc). 


One track in that collection that stood out as a dance tune faded, was this spoken piece attributed to William Prynne, Archbishop of Canterbury from 1633-1645. The deep, solemn voice orated: 


“Dancing, is, for the most part, attended with many amorous smiles, wanton compliments, unchaste kisses, scurrilous songs and sonnets, effeminate music, lust provoking attire, ridiculous love pranks, all which savor only of sensuality, of raging fleshly lusts. Therefore, it is wholly to be abandoned of all good Christians.”


Dancing can be properly used as a means of expression and communication, as can be seen in various cultures around the world. There are other uses of dancing that fall onto the other end of the spectrum. While it can be enjoyed as an art, as the result of learning, there are some uses leading to sinister results. It can be used a as distraction or enticement. It focuses inward, toward autonomy, away from community. This is manipulation, not Art. Exceptions are rare.


Tap your toes and move your feet in celebration or tradition. Use your body to express what words cannot, as King David did before The LORD. This is art. 


One track in that collection that stood out as a dance tune faded, was this spoken piece attributed to William Prynne, Archbishop of Canterbury from 1633-1645. The deep, solemn voice orated: 


“Dancing, is, for the most part, attended with many amorous smiles, wanton compliments, unchaste kisses, scurrilous songs and sonnets, effeminate music, lust provoking attire, ridiculous love pranks, all which savor only of sensuality, of raging fleshly lusts. Therefore, it is wholly to be abandoned of all good Christians.”


Dancing can be properly used as a means of expression and communication, as can be seen in various cultures around the world. There are other uses of dancing that fall onto the other end of the spectrum. While it can be enjoyed as an art, as the result of learning, there are some uses leading to sinister results. It can be used a as distraction or enticement. It focuses inward, toward autonomy, away from community. This is manipulation, not Art. Exceptions are rare.


Tap your toes and move your feet in celebration or tradition. Use your body to express what words cannot, as King David did before The LORD. This is art. 

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