The most randomest things are brought to discussion in my family. It makes family all the merriest though!
Anyways, somehow or another waltzing made it’s way into whatever topic of discussion we were having. (Yes, word pictures for some reason seem to stick with me more than anything). However, at another hour my mind wondered back to the whole picture of a couple waltzing. It is a beautiful picture.
Having taken a few lessons in square dancing, I had a little knowledge as to the role of leader and follower. But one particular time comes to mind for this instance. My leader didn’t know his part very well and at this particular time I had the upper hand in that I knew what moves he was suppose to do. It felt awkward. Here I was telling him what to do when he should have been leading.
Again, during some family time my aunt and friend were teaching us, girls and boys, how to dance (waltz to be specific). It was a lot of fun. ...My mind went to Christ and the Church, bride and groom at their first dance together, Jesus and His bride.
“Most assuredly, I say to you, he who does not enter the sheepfold by the door, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber. 2 But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.3 To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4 And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. 5 Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” 6 Jesus used this illustration, but they did not understand the things which He spoke to them. 7 Then Jesus said to them again, “Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. 8 All who ever came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. 9 I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. 10 The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.
11 “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd gives His life for the sheep. 12 But a hireling, he who is not the shepherd, one who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees; and the wolf catches the sheep and scatters them. 13 The hireling flees because he is a hireling and does not care about the sheep. 14 I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. 15 As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. 16 And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd. 17 “Therefore My Father loves Me, because I lay down My life that I may take it again. 18 No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This command I have received from My Father.” -John 10: 1-18
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye. Psalm 32:8
Do we follow gladly? Can we hear His voice and read where He is wanting to lead us? Just as waltzing requires careful attention keeping proper posture and a firm hold to understand the next step so with Christ. If we aren't in fellowship with Him and pursuing Him with our whole heart to hear His voice we stumble in the dark. What a blessing it is to wholly lean on our Beloved's bosom and have no fear of alarm! He goeth before and knows the path which I must tread.
I've always wanted to learn to waltz. Perhaps one day. And yet the analogy to walking and fellowshipping with my Jesus makes this picture more precious. Do I move in unison with His wish? Do I gladly relinquish telling Him where He should go or what is preferred?
Can the world see that we're walking in sink with the Savior's lead? Or are we perceived as fighting and wrestling His bidding? How would your rate your willingness and flexibility to another's leadership?
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