The Herald-News
April 24, 2013

My daughters are able to walk as adults because I did not dance with them very often. Except for square dancing in middle school on the outside basketball court (imagine), I didn’t grow up in a Christian culture that allowed dancing. You know why: all the evils of music and being near…girls. Groan.

I thought about these things this week after hearing a song about dads, daughters, and dancing.
The song is “Cinderella.” Look it up on-line and enjoy a treat. It is unashamedly sappy, and tugs at the heart mercilessly. Steven Curtis Chapman writes of the stages of his daughter’s growth and the opportunity each gave to dance. In the closing stanza, Chapman sings:

Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us all they had planned
She says, “Dad, the wedding’s still six months away
But I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?”

I sense throughout the song the singer is wistful because he may have overlooked some other close times with his daughter throughout the years. Haven’t we all. There is good news for wanna-be dancers.

In Jeremiah 31, a future time for God’s people is portrayed with amazing joy: “Then shall the young women rejoice in the dance, and the young men and the old shall be merry.” Celebration is characteristic of God, too. Relish Zephaniah 3:17: “The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” In context, believing Israel, once rebellious and chased by her enemies, fearful and weak, is pursued by God and—unbelievably—He will sing loudly over them. What a love song that will be. Don’t you wonder what the tune will be?

I could count on one hand the times I have danced with my daughters. I mentioned the song to them last week. One of them, characteristically upbeat, texted “Let’s dance! I love you Dad!” The other, probably sensing a melancholy moment, said “I don’t feel neglected…Love you too Dad! Miss you!”

God’s gifts of mercy refresh and startle sometimes, don’t they?

I won’t miss the next opportunity to dance with my girls. Pray for their feet. Spiritually, I long to listen more intently to the daily music the Father brings whether soft or apparently dissonant knowing He is always with me in the dance of life. And oh how I savor the soon-coming kingdom celebration when God will rejoice over His loved ones, there will be joyous dancing, and merriment will abound by all His family.

I still wonder what the tune will be.


1 Response to “Cinderella”

  1. 1 Gam-ma McDaniel April 25, 2013 at 12:45 pm

    Love this post AND the characteristic responses from your loving daughters, OUR granddaughters….:-)! You and Cheryl did a fantastic job on parenting them and no amount of dancing could have made any improvement!
    Dancing is a natural expression of joy.. Don’t you find your body wants to move to the beat of catchy energetic beats?????


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