We had been practicing for weeks. As the day drew closer and closer my sisters and I were more and more excited about our Christmas performance. We spent many hours singing and dancing and playing dress up throughout our few years together. But this show was different. We were going all out you see, as much as a twelve-year-old, a six-year-old and a four-year-old could.
For days before, we spent many hours planning, preparing, and dreaming together. We had even had a dress rehearsal to make sure that we had appropriated enough time for costume changes between numbers.
Since this was my idea, naturally, I directed, taught, and sang the best solos. Similar to Lucy from Charlie Brown was my self-appointed role with my two sisters. They weren’t always great at taking directions or easily agreeable but I was skilled in telling people what to do.
Christmas Eve finally arrived. The traditional raviolis were eaten, gifts from grandparents had been opened and it was time for the first ever, Karrer Girl’s Christmas Special.
Fun and laughs were had by all, and then, the closing number, Silent Night, in which we three sang in elementary school voices a worship song to the King. And it was then that I felt it for the first time one of the reasons why I was alive. Not just to sing and dance but to sing and dance for HIM. I was created to minister to God’s heart and bring Him glory.
In 1 Peter 2:9 every member of the body of Christ is referred to as Royal Priesthood. To attend to Christ in ministry through worship is the greatest privilege that we have. This privilege is offered to every one of us who would call Him Lord and Savior. Through Jesus’ death we are able to come face to face before the Lord and lift up our offerings of thanksgiving and praise for who He is.
Worshiping through song and dance whether on stage, in the shower, in the car, or with friends has become an intimate and treasured part of my relationship with God. I consider it a high call to minister to His heart and sing of my affection for Him.
Sometimes people ask me why I dance and even judge if my heart is authentic. Many people assume I am just trying to get attention. I don’t get offended if people ask or judge. They don’t share the same history with Him as I do. I respond by telling them, “It is not comfortable for me to show people the depths of my love for Him, but why would I choose to value my comfort over His worth?” No matter how I feel in the moment it doesn’t change His worth. I sing and dance for an audience of one and I will not stop no matter how shaky my vibrato gets or how weird my dance moves look.
I know why I was created and I simply cannot hold back my affection for the Lord.
Redefined By Grace,