Now many of my non-Christian readers (and maybe the Christian too) are going to think I’m a bit of a hippy, but I write truthfully of things as I see them.
Many times when I’ve had some techno or trance music on, loudly or on headphones, I’ve sat or laid quite still. But inside, I could feel my body dancing, more eloquently, rhythmically, athletically (!) than I could ever do, basically praising God in my spirit. Sometimes I do actually dance – as long as there’s no one about!
When I was in hospital, I was given a pre-med. I’ve no idea what it was, but I was happily floating while I waited, nothing mattered. As there was a delay, I put my headphones on, one of my favourite tracks belted out, Everyday by Agnelli and Nelson. And I was away, dancing in my spirit. Eyes closed. In my mind’s eye, I suddenly felt I was not alone. There was a short, blonde haired man dancing to my right. I knew it was King David and was reminded of how his wife mocked him for making a fool of himself dancing to the Lord. He smiled. We danced. Then my eye saw further. We weren’t alone. The mists cleared and there were hundreds and thousands of others, in lines, all dancing and praising the Lord.
Drug affected, no doubt, but I have no doubt of what I saw!