PB started preaching through the book of Acts a couple of weeks ago. I love Acts — it reads like a movie script with action-packed drama on every page. Acts is short on doctrine and theology, but long on what it looks like to be a Christ-follower. It should be a fun summer.
Last Sunday we took a good look at Acts 3 and I’ve been thinking about that crippled man begging outside the temple ever since. All the poor man wanted was a little spare change, but instead he received an instant and complete healing. When Peter spoke the name of Jesus over him, strength poured into his legs and you know those legs couldn’t help but dance. “He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping, and praising God.” (Acts 3:8)
He danced right into church.
I know what it feels like to be a crippled beggar.
Stress and fear can lock me up, making me feel paralyzed.
Daily, I beg — for forgiveness…
for the ability to serve with gladness….
for an obedient heart.
But speak that precious Name over me and there’s power…
to lift my head with the assurance of His love…
to fill my heart with a fresh desire to serve…
to strengthen my will to carry out His.
We should all be dancing into church.
Thank you, Dinah, for this uplifting thought. Yes, we should all have dancing feet – if not on our real feet, in our hearts!
Your insights are so applicable.
Thanks for reading, Peggy! I’m not much of a dancer, so I’ll keep dancing in my heart!