You have lived one more year. One more year of not dying. One more year of not turning into a vegetable. One more year of liveliness. It is your birthday.
You hear the sound of jingles, and then you see her- the beautiful Egyptian dancer. She is dancing to the sound of a golden reedless wind instrument, a basic flute. The flautist is blowing with all his might, exciting the air in the cylindrical cavity of the flute. The woman keeps dancing. As she twists her curvaceous body, her eyes are directly focused on you, secretly pulling you to the dance floor. Yet you do not dare yourself to move, although you are really enjoying watching her dance. She looks at the young man beside you, and again her eyes beckon to him, calling him to come forth. He stands up and begins to dance. You throw your head backwards and laugh at the unbelievable dance steps your friend is construing. But you don't show him how to do the steps right. You just sit back on your high pedestal and laugh. The sound of the jingles on her waist heightens, beckoning to all who are interested. Your guests are rising one by one. Some are good dancers, others are not- only making mockery of themselves. You do not join them. You do not show your talent in dancing, neither do you make a mockery of yourself. You do not dance.
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Have you ever been in a place where your heart tells you what to do, but you disobey it? A place where your conscience speaks but you choose not to listen? If you have, then a flute has been played for you, but you chose not to dance.
How can you see the vast resources of nature and not understand the wisdom of this world? How can you believe it all happened by accident? The trees, the mountains, the meandering rivers flowing down a hill? The flautist is playing His flute for you, but you are not dancing.
How can you think that you can't be forgiven? You forget the blood that gushed out of the body of Jesus when they pierced His side. You forget that He prayed that the cup should pass him by, but still received a cup of death. You forget these things and you go about your daily lives, acting as if you did not hear the sound of the flute. The flute is playing for you, but you are not dancing.
How do you see the forces of evil, but not the goodness of God? If the world is unjust, then there must be a good judge somewhere. If there are principalities and powers, there must be a greater power than these. That's why you still have the chance to overcome those things you think are plaguing you. You are alive because you need to be a victorious warrior. The flute is playing for you, but you are not dancing.
*This post was done to provoke you to think about your life, and the various ways you are not dancing to the flute of God.*
But what shall I liken this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling to their companions, and saying, "We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we mourned to you, and you did not lament." Jesus, Matthew 11:16
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