Let's Celebrate!

Sometimes we just can’t help but dance. Maybe we don’t have the courage to do so in public, in church, or in front of a mirror. But we can dance before the Lord.

This video is contagious, even infectious. The joy it spreads ought to be viral.

Resurrection Sunday Dance

The more I watch this video, the more I’m energized. The more I want to jump up and down and all around. The more I want to run and shout. The more I want to tell the world what Andrew Wommack calls “the almost-too-good-to-be-true news.”

The more I watch, the more I want to follow God’s lead and dance to his tempo.

Sometimes we don’t know which way to turn. Other times we lose track of where we are in the midst of everything going on around us. Still other times our routines rob us of the joyful life—the abundant, cup-overflowing-more-than-enough life—that God intends us to experience, regardless of circumstances.

God choreographs and orchestrates whatever is happening around us for our benefit. We choose how we interact with our environment and him. I want to be in harmony with all that he does.

Regardless of how we celebrate his resurrection or where or with whom, we should rejoice. Let’s celebrate! Not just one day but every day.

God Never Forgets

The disciples weren’t always The Twelve. At one time some were fishermen. One was a tax collector. Others also were of little note. They were ordinary people whom some supposed to be ignorant and unlearned.

They were not well educated, although they were intelligent. They were not special, although they were unique. They were not particularly talented or skilled, except perhaps in their fields of work, although they were gifted.

They were chosen. Hand picked by God. Selected from among thousands, they were the first commissioned to work with Jesus. But they were not the last.

During Jesus’ three years of ministry the disciples were not alone. Others were also chosen to serve. The 70 were commissioned to spread the good news to all who were willing to listen. After Jesus’ resurrection 120 waited for the Promise in the upper room. And they were not disappointed.

Sometimes, however, we are. We labor, often in obscurity. Little if any attention is paid to our service. We work, but seldom if ever hear any applause. Rarely do any Thank You notes arrive in our email. Yet, our labor of love is not forgotten.

God remembers everything you do on his behalf. Whether that’s giving your last two dollars while others drop hundreds of dollars in an offering plate or offering a preacher a bottle of cold water. Whether that’s giving someone a ride to church or helping a friend get to a doctor’s office. We believe that God knows everything we’ve ever done. But we tend to forget that he remembers every act of kindness that we perform.

For much of my life I’ve wanted to do something great for God. I didn’t realize I have.

Perhaps, like me, you’ve thought of yourself as insignificant. Maybe you’ve labeled yourself as unimportant. Perhaps you’ve felt your life has been unremarkable. To some people that may be true. But not to God.

One man loaned Jesus his donkey. Another gave him the use of a room for his last Passover. Another offered the use of his tomb. I doubt any of them at the moment thought their actions would be remembered. But God never forgets.