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A Spirit-Filled Dance on Pentecost | Mary Biever | One Writing Mother

A Spirit-Filled Dance on Pentecost

As I walked into Mass with my family to celebrate Pentecost, the Holy Spirit invited me to dance with Jesus.

“Me? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You – I’m calling you.”

“But I’m not one of the pious. Often when I walk in the door I feel like a modern Samaritan woman walking into a room of Pharisees.”

“I didn’t call you to dance with them. I called you to dance with Jesus.”

“But I get so frustrated….”

“Don’t focus on them. Watch me.”

“Why would He want to dance with Me? I make more mistakes than I do things right.”

“Dance with Him.”

“I’m scared. If I start dancing, I don’t know what will happen next.”

“Make that first step. Walk by faith, not by sight.”

I start to inch my foot forward but feel the chains of the past holding me back.

“Doesn’t He know where I’ve been?”

“Of course He does. And He’s asking you to dance with Him.”

“This wasn’t in my plans today.”

“Your plans. Not His. Dance with Him.”

The bits of our conversation took place in between Mass readings about the coming of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost. On that first Pentecost, they spoke in many tongues.

On this Pentecost, the Holy Spirit inspired me to sing. With each line I sang, the chains of the past loosened, and I felt my foot again inching forward for that first step.

Near the end of the Mass, I joined the congregation as we said,

Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.

And with that, I again went forward and joined the dance with Jesus on the vigil of Pentecost.

My prayer is that in future days, if I grow discouraged, that I remember this night and the dance of a lifetime that changes everything.


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