Having just spent a wonderful week with the RevGals, I’ve decided to try my hand at blogging. I’ll start by commenting on my somewhat random title: Kilts, djembes and red boots. I am an Anglican Priest (female) and I minister to a very diverse community that includes people from Britian, Africa, the Ukraine and the West Indies. I would have included steel drums, but I felt that would make the title far too long and it really didn’t scan.
Quite unintentionally, I choose words that all had to do with dance, and even though I’m definitely only a “behind closed doors” dancer, I do love to dance…who knows, now that I’ve found the courage to start blogging, maybe dancing will be next. But, to get back to the point, I think that dancing is a marvellous metaphor for life; especially life with God as your dance partner. Several years ago, I received an email that included an “addendum” to the well known, and oft quoted “Footprints” poem. I was quite struck by the addendum which told how the writer continued to look back at the footprints left in the sand and became puzzled when he saw places where the two sets of footprints got quite chaotic and scuffed, facing this way and that and sometimes with one set on top of another. When he asked about this, the Lord replied with a smile, “Ah, that’s where we danced.”
I loved that image and it has sustained me through times when there has been sadness as well as joy, knowing that I am held in the close embrace of the one who calls me “beloved”, even when the music is in a minor key.