I Must Dance: A Story of David; A Story of Me

Oh, to dance before the Lord as King David! With wild and joyful abandon as the ark was returned to Jerusalem! Can you hear the chorales; the horns and stringed instruments? Yes, but this was the King of Israel… All of the others… Were they there in true worship and celebration or for show or hire? I don’t care. I must dance! And as I twirled and spun; my head was thrown back, and I saw Michal, my wife.

Ah, Michal, you look down at me with such disdain and contempt. I see you standing; watching me from the window. I know too how deeply you loved me at the first; you helped me escape when my enemies wanted me dead, and yes, I loved you, but was it my love for God that turned your heart or all the others? If it were the others, I could understand the jealousy but to resent God? He is the jealous One. He was zealous for me from the first. He was the One Who established me and set my heart to dance. You could have joined me this day, and forgiven me as He did for the others, but you chose not to do either. Today, I dance, and you stand there in the high tower; looking down. Oh Michal, this was not the way I saw it but the music plays, and I must dance.

(1 Sam. 18:20; 1 Sam. 19:20; 2 Sam. 6:16.)

(The chapters of my life: 1972-1973; 1986; and today.)