David was not sure how he should place his right foot.
All he wanted was for his feet to carry his body in a rigorous dance unto the God who deserved more than a dance.
His legs moved back and forth as his skirt struggled to follow the direction his legs dictated.
The neck spun right and left.
Shoulders jerked, hunched, shuddered, jolted.
Feet stomped on the dry Jerusalem ground and raised dust.
His dance was slow initially but gradually it became faster. No exact rhythm, the king seemed to love it so.
He understood that his consciousness of rhythm could be a hindrance to true worship so he threw caution to the wind.
The bystanders had tambourines in their hands and they hit them against their palms fascinated by the sight before them. “The king of Israel dancing on his Street in the full glare of his people
The windows, doors, and gates were soon flooded with families struggling to peek at the strangest sight in Israel.
The king danced vigorously by the palace gate.
King David flung his hands in every direction. The dance that started with his legs had welled him over.
The last thought that came to his mind was his revered position as the king. He understood that
“In the theatre of worship, there is only one audience, God.”
David never considered who the bystanders were, bound or free, commoners or lords.
He intended to dance in cycles until God’s presence encapsulated his environment.
His gaze was focused, his thought was aligned, and he could almost feel himself ascending as he danced, his feet had lost their grip on the earth, and he was still dancing.
That his skirt might reveal his thigh was something he was nonchalant about. His bringing satisfaction to the KING of all kings was his top priority.
As soon as the feeling of satisfaction hit him, he was done for the day. He gave gifts to the faithful men who had stood by him thus far and then retired to his household with blessings for them.
With excitement, he walked into the palace.
(Part 3 Loading next, David & Michal )
Blessings.
