Salsa Dancing

I’m a recovering Baptist. We didn’t dance at all growing up so my feet and my brain are disconnected. They stopped communicating a long time ago!

I’m a terrible dancer.

No matter. I love my wife Denise and she loves to dance, so last Friday night we signed up for salsa dancing lessons.

It all started well. Simple steps: Quick Quick Slow Pause and do it again. Then we had to turn and move our hands and keep in sync with our dance partner.

Somewhere around the 40 minute mark, I hit overload. I was overwhelmed with everything we had learned and we weren’t even to anything cool yet. “I’m never going to get this.” I just gave up and privately swore I would never do this again.

So I sat out for a bit and somewhere in the flashing lights and salsa music blaring out of a speaker, God revealed something so vividly to me.

For the first time in a long time – maybe ever- I knew exactly what it must feel like to be someone beginning to learn the first steps of following Jesus. Overwhelmed, frustrated, wondering if they will EVER get it, if they’ll ever be good enough. And some just figure that there has to be a better way to spend Sunday mornings.

I vowed to always remember what this feels like. And I wanted to pull a few people aside and apologize for how I and others may have overwhelmed them in the early stages of their spiritual journey with Jesus.

It’s so easy once you know the steps that you assume this should be easy for everyone. But we forget we live in a world full of sinners. And in a weird way, their lives and their heart have stopped communicating a long time ago.

So I get up to try again and I have a whole new respect for the courage so many people show who come to church for the first time or who come back after being gone for a while.