Glimpses of the Divine in the Mundane

I stepped into the upscale honkey-tonk I was to meet my brother in.  A low-key country song played in the background.  The place was still pretty empty inside, but I saw my bro dancing with his wife – the only lone couple on the dance floor at the time.  He spotted me right away and came over to meet me.  It was the 2nd time we had met in all our lives, and immediately I felt the warmth and familiarity that comes when you connect with family on a deeper level than just DNA.  I was excited about learning how to line-dance, and he frequented the place and would teach me some of the best moves.  He led me over to a table where he had already bought me a Pepsi and introduced me to his wife and their friend who also came just about every night.  I felt comfortable yet nervous that I would be behind the steps of everyone else.  Unbeknownst to me, this was part of a weekend journey of God revealing to me some contemplations about “Church” and what it means…

The evening went great.  I was behind in many of the dances just as I suspected, but it was somehow ok – many others were behind as well, and we all bonded together – total strangers floating, tripping, stomping, and eventually cascading into a rythym of unity moving together as one body.  My brother encouraged me – “you’re doing great!  Just keep moving – make up the steps if you lose your place, and you’ll fall back into it!”   And it worked!  Once when I messed up a step, I asked someone lined up next to me to show me the right step, and they happily did it, laughing with me at my clumsiness, yet encouraging me, “you’ll get better!  It seems hard at first, but it gets easier!  Just have fun with it!”  And so we danced – lines of us all with our separate stories, yet here connected… together as one.

As the evening came to an end, my brother and I said our goodbyes – I thanked him for the great experience, his wife hugged me and I said goodbye to their friend who was now my friend as well. As I was walking out to leave, I walked past one of the women I had met on the dance floor.  She asked me, “you’re leaving?  You should stay!” and we stood for a brief moment and shared where we were from.  Her realness, concerned kindness and warmth towards me surprised me, yet, touched me.

As I got into my car, I left feeling warm, accepted, celebrated and connected…

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