Time to Dance

John 1:14-16; Jeremiah 31:7-14

Carrie and I were invited to the Logan Dance Club last night. When we got the invitation, I confess, I was a little nervous. It had been a long time since I had tripped the light fantastic, and I was afraid of what I might look like. On top of that, when we were in California after Christmas, and I was trying not to think about what I might look like on the floor, our text talks about dancing. I could not escape it. Dancing was the theme of the day.

You might think that this nervousness is a little over exaggerated. But you don’t know that underneath my anxiety about dancing is a traumatic experience that I suffered as a child. It was a dance tragedy. It happened when I was a wee lad, about five years old, circa 1970. I traveled for the first time to the Netherlands to meet my Dutch family: my aunts and uncles, all of my cousins and 2 of my grandparents. As you know, my family is Dutch Indonesian and, until Lydia and Eric, I was the only American born member of the Heins and van Seventer clans. On that first trip, we stayed pretty much all summer, and I had many wonderful experiences, most of which have faded from my memory. But there is one memory in particular that sticks with me to today. It was a party, and it was one of those times when I did something at a party that I afterward wished I hadn’t. (Now, now, I was 5, so it wasn’t what you may be thinking.)

We gathered, the van Seventer clan, at Tante Gerrie & Om Henk’s house. It was one of those very narrow, three story row houses that are so common in Holland and elsewhere. There were quite a few of us there, a big family celebrating the return of family that had been gone for a long time. It was a very joyous occasion.

At such festive times, we did what party goers often do: we danced. Now, being such a youngin’ I had never gone to a dance before (that I could remember), so if I wanted to be out there, I had to come up with something fast. I quickly had to come up with some fine moves to impress my Dutch cousins (Think Napoleon Dynamite). The result has scarred me to this day.

What I came up with as I stepped out onto the floor with Fred Astaire grace, was simply sublime. I would love to show you my moves, but this is a sacred space, and I have this robe on, and I’m afraid that I would lose any vestiges of pastoral authority and dignity that I still have if I danced for you right now. Let’s just say that it involved my hands and legs moving in somewhat unnatural ways (think Elaine in Seinfeld). Now it wasn’t that bad, but it was funny. My cousins, the ones I had so wanted to impress, laughed. My brothers? Laughed. My aunts and uncles? Laughed. Everyone who was in another room and couldn’t see was brought in to watch the young American do his funky dance.

I remember everybody laughing, but hey, I was five. I figured that this is precisely what you are supposed to do at parties–laugh and dance. I thought I was a hit! But soon I began to feel like everyone was not laughing with me.

Afterwards, my brothers rode me unmercifully for my new dance, and the episode has found its way into the Heins family lore (complete with the moves that shall remain private). Those who saw me dance at the Logan dance club last night are thinking that I haven’t improved much as a dancer in 38 years. Well that may be true, but (thank God!) this morning’s sermon does not rest on my dancing. it is all about God’s dancing, and God’s particular dance in Jesus Christ.

I don’t know if Jesus cut the rug with the waltz, the cha cha, the Macarena, or the chicken dance at the weddings and parties he attended (probably not), but from the very beginning of his ministry he had one dance down cold, it was the funky dance of grace.

“And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth… From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.”

Whatever can be said about Jesus, he was not a wall-flower. He was always on the dance floor, performing his funky moves. He danced the peace dance. He danced the healing dance. He danced the wisdom dance. Because Jesus danced specifically for us, on our behalf, it lavished–and lavishes–upon us grace upon grace. Jesus’ dances the funky dance of grace upon grace.

It is a dance that gathers us together–that calls all God’s children from all the corners of exile back home to the party. It is the dance that renews us. It is the dance that itches to be shared.

It is 2009. Happy New Year! With all of today’s news, 2009 may not seem like a party. Troops and tanks are rolling into Gaza. Bombs are exploding in Baghdad. People are being laid off. Our resources, global and personal, are shrinking. For many of us things are not going as we had planned and hoped. There are many places of hurt and struggle in our lives. 2009 doesn’t seem like it is starting off very joyously.

It is very much like the circumstances of the exiles to whom Jeremiah’s word is addressed. They were still in the clutches of Babylon. They were still far from home. They were still grieving and wondering when they received this word from Jeremiah “you’re going to dance. You’re all going to dance.” Why? Because I, the Lord, am already dancing, dancing the funky dance of grace upon grace.

This morning, at the beginning of a new year, we come to this place. We gather around this table, and watch the dance of Jesus life, death, and resurrection–the funky dance of grace upon grace–once more.

The beginning of 2009 may not seem like a party, and yet we come to this place to witness God’s dance. And, my friends, God is dancing.

Thomas Merton wrote that “no despair of ours can alter the reality of things, or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there. Indeed, we are in the midst of it, and it is in the midst of us, for it beats in our very blood, whether we want it to or not.”[i]

At this table the dance continues. It gives us the choice on how to live from this point on. We can either bow under the burden of darkness, and walk as if there is a funeral dirge playing in our ears, or we can dance. This table is an invitation, and something real is happening. Grace is being poured into us and all over us. Music is playing. Can you hear the beat? It is the beat that heralds that funky dance of grace upon grace.

Life has many challenges. Evil and brokenness are real. We do not live in denial. But the wondrous thing about the good news of our faith is that in the face of all things, we come to worship, and worship is a party. It is a party that declares that evil, our own and the world’s, does not have final say over us. This party is a celebration of joy, renewal, and refreshment. What do you do at parties? You laugh and dance.

Receive this sacrament with joy my friends. It is time to dance.

Last night, the day of reckoning arrived, and Carrie and I were trying our best to be inconspicuous along the wall while everyone was dancing, but there was Rich, pointing right at us. You two, come on out and dance. We could not escape it.

A little later, when the pastor had to go home to get his preaching sleep, and was on his way out the door, Carole grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor. “You’re not getting away just yet!” I could not escape it.

The opening of 2009 may not seem like a party. You may feel very un-party like. You may be weighed down with burdens only you can understand. You way want to hide along the wall, or head out the door, but you are here now…and this is a party. It is a party that God has planned to refresh you, renew you, strengthen you, lift you up.

If you imagine–if you allow God’s grace to open the eyes of your spirit once more–you will see Jesus at the center of the dance floor, pointing at you, saying, “Come on, come on, come on out and dance. Laugh and dance with me.”

After all, that’s what you do at parties: laugh and dance.

Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you live.

[i] Thomas Merton “Choosing to Love the World: On Contemplation, Sounds True, Incorporated, p.42

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  • A Season of Resurrection

    Resurrection day has arrived. And with it the reminder of eternal hope because of Jesus Christ. Spring has also arrived here in Cache Valley, and while it’s not over, the end of our year-long pandemic seems to be approaching, thanks be to God. I hope this day finds you well in spirit and body, and also vaccinated (or soon-to be). I saw a sign the other day that reminded me while we’ve all been through the same storm in this last year, we haven’t all been in the same boat. Some people have weathered this storm fairly well, others have struggled mightily in one way or another. In spiritual terms, economic terms, emotional terms, and in health. And of course, not everyone has made it through the storm. I am worried that recent progress in this pandemic could be lost, but I’m thankful so many vaccinations are underway. As I’m sure it has been for you, this has been an emotionally challenging year for me as well. It seems to have contained more “downs” than “ups.” But my belief in God keeps me hopeful. Having spoken to many of you, I am thankful that a large portion of our congregation has received Covid-19 vaccinations or are in process of doing that now. The better our state and local community are doing, the sooner we’ll be able to worship in the building together.

    We’re beginning to worship together (outdoors, for the moment) for the first time in over a year. Your elders and Worship Committee have been hard at work making plans for us to transition from online worship back to in-person worship. I’d like to share with you how this process will work. To begin, we will continue to have online worship in some form, even as we get back to in-person outdoor worship (and eventually indoor). This allows anyone who wishes to continue worshiping from home to do so. We will be purchasing a special camera that allows us to livestream a worship service (which means what we do in worship goes straight to YouTube, with no long hours of editing required).

    Details for May are not yet determined, although we are making preparations and plans for indoor worship, for when Session feels it is safe. Session and the Worship Committee have approved the following plans for April:

    April 4th (Easter Sunday!)—we will worship together outdoors, in the Peace Garden and along the East side of the sanctuary, at 11 a.m.  We will hold this outdoor service (with members of our choir leading us in song) no matter the weather, so bring an umbrella or rain jacket if necessary. Masks will be required. YouTube worship will also be available.

    April 11th—we will worship via YouTube on April 11th, with a sermon delivered by an outstanding preacher named Rev. Brian Ellison. Brian is the Executive Director of the Covenant Network, a national group of church leaders working for a church that is simultaneously faithful, just, and whole, that seeks to support the mission and unity of the Presbyterian Church (USA) and to articulate and act on the church’s historic, progressive vision and to work for a fully inclusive church (particularly concerning the LGBTQIA+ community). FPC Logan is a member of the Covenant Network. Meg and I will lead the service, but Brian will be our preacher.

    April 18th—we will worship together outdoors at Trapper Park in southwest Logan, at 11 a.m. This Sunday is dedicated to Earth Day, and after a service (with music from our Praise Band) you are invited to walk the wonderful Logan River Trail with us. Materials will be provided to collect trash along the trail. There is a pavilion at Trapper’s Park. We will hold this service rain or shine (come dressed for the weather). Masks will be required for the service in the park. A YouTube service will be available for those who wish to stay home.

    April 25th—we will worship via YouTube on April 25th. Going back to YouTube this Sunday allows us to evaluate the recent outdoor services and make plans for future services, which may be outdoor, or if we are fortunate, perhaps indoor.

    I thank you for your grace and patience during this long year, and in coming months. It’s been a difficult one for your pastors and church staff too. I am thankful that we’ve had YouTube worship, but I’m very much looking forward to getting back to seeing each other in person and worshiping the Lord together.

    In this season of resurrection, may your hearts be filled with grace, peace, and joy.

    —Pastor Derek

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