by John Thompson
I was reading (or I guess, re-beginning) Donald Miller’s Blue Like Jazz, when I noticed the “Author’s Note.” Most times I skip past it, the forward, and another pieces that I deem extraneous, but I stopped to see this. I am realizing that this is a word for the reader, from the person that wrote the whole thing, and most times, from perspective of having written the book and thinking, “Wait, this needs just a quick beat to get them started.” I’m glad that he left this simple, yet profound piece of hope and understanding (my paraphrase):
In life, in order to love something, we have to see someone who has already learned to love that thing that we desire to love. In that showing, we see a mentor, a counselor who can guide us, even if we never converse with them. It is as if they are giving us a time tested, visual map.
God has been showing me this in various ways. The one that stands out the most was watching a friend dance.
Now, being a man that has been in the church for some time, I’ve read most every book that John Eldridge has written, save for Captivating (‘cause that’s the one for chicks, right? Just kidding, it’s on my shelf to read- I promise) which he wrote with his wife, specifically for women. After reading these books, I’ve found that the common thread that runs underneath all of them is that the glory of God is man fully alive.
However, what that means has always eluded me- does it mean that I go out and do what God desires me to do? Then by means of my own effort and praying and going to church I get fully alive, right?
Thank God, no.
It was this seeing of my friend dance- It was her last show, she was moving to London to go to a very exclusive dance school that it is close to impossible to get into. She is going to this place on passion and prayer, as the school doesn’t allow for scholarships to international students. Anyway, this last show- she made it Dr. Seuss themed and had her talented friends accompany her in this dance routine that she had choreographed. It was about a girl that had been tossed about by life and seen and met many different things, pain and beauty and friendship and loneliness. In all of this, with narration guiding, she danced. And I have to tell you, that even though I’ve watched So You Think You Can Dance, I’ve never seen passion poured out like this ever in my life. It was as if she had been unhinged from this world and in a sense, left, and this spirit was left to move around in this body, lifting and falling with a movement that resembled animated flame.
I left there saying that was the first time I had really enjoyed seeing dance. Something so intentional, so raw and honest and specifically done for God’s glory. Then I heard a voice:
“That’s what I mean when I want see you alive. I love you and I love the things that you love, I desire the things that you desire- because I put them there. I love you, my guy.”
After was this huge moment of “Ohhhhhh,” and I haven’t been the same since. I think that’s the thing that we forget- that while we go about our lives, there is a God in heaven with his heavenly host, cheering on the stands of our lives, louder than any soccer mom. He leans over to the angel next to him-
“You see that girl? She’s my girl! I sent my Son so that she could live and live like no one else! I love her so much! She so talented and so beautiful, I love to open doors for her and surprise her with things she didn’t expect. She is my wonderful and glorious treasure, and I love her, hang on-
(Stands up)
YEAH! You are doing so well! I am so happy for you! Keep going! You are my kid; I’ll never let you go!
(Sits back down)
Anyway, that’s my kid. She was going to go to hell, but I couldn’t let the happen. She’s too important to me.”
That’s the God that’s, well, on our side, if you couldn’t tell.
How do these all correlate? Good question.
Well, I needed to see my friend, Annie, dance her most passionate, her most heart poured out, to see how I could start making inroads to my own understanding of what and how I was to seek God in my own life. I can’t tell you how much knowing that sometimes we need to see someone else do something before it becomes accessible for us to love has helped me. Because sometimes faking it till you make it still leaves you a fake. Seek truth and seek people who are further down the spiritual road than you. Read some C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, or John Ortberg. Be on the lookout for moments where you can see someone fully alive, even though they might not be a Christian, or your idea of what a Christian might be. Indulge getting lost in the passion that’s on display. That in that indulgence, your excitement for what God can do in your life can be challenged and redefined.
“You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust,
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us.”
Remember: He’s not done yet.