The Dance of Grace

On Tuesday night, we worshipped at the incredible church where we are staying. I cannot say how inspirational it is to see how this church in a struggling urban community, had flung open it's doors and embraced the community. As soon as the church unlocks it's doors neighbor kids are here. The families who worship here have such a love for this place that they linger long and always ask how they can help.

At the service we experienced their bi-lingual worship. It was beautiful to hear the words translated and to sing songs of praise in another language, even if our poor Spanish skills caused us to stumble.

The worship band had an uncontainable joy that was contagious. After worship ended, the band kept playing, and the front of the church turned into an impromptu dance party. Fr. Steve and I were blessed to be pulled into the dance by a Columbian woman who smiled and laughed as she held our hands and spun us around. As Steve put it, she was God for us in that moment. She didn't ask us to dance, she just pulled us in. And for those minutes of dancing with pure joy with a stranger who had no reason to show us such love, we experienced an amazing picture of God's dance of divine grace.

Here are a few pictures of the dance party, though it was hard to get a good shot since everyone was so exuberantly moving.




























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