As Adventists, we were raised to believe that dancing was a sin akin to bearing false witness or coveting thy neighbor’s ox. From a young age, we were taught to view any rhythmic body movement beyond Pathfinder marching as a gateway to debauchery.
So our collective plight is pretty dire when inevitably being roped into wedding reception dance floors or office holiday parties. With our anti-dance upbringing, we Adventists typically respond to those dreaded moments with the elegant grace of a newborn baby deer desperately attempting to stand for the first time.
What starts as determined “Okay, I can do this” inner affirmations quickly devolves into a cringe-worthy display of awkwardly shallow knee bends, hips swaying more than a cha-cha instructor would recommend, and arms flailing as if we’re negotiating an extreme bodily malfunction. All the while, we plaster taut grimaces onto our faces as we try to remain somewhat rhythmic to the beat…or is it on the beat? What even is a beat?!
At a certain point, we typically resign ourselves to just bobbing our heads up and down slightly – you know, keeping it holy and all. As we gaze around at all the seasoned dancers effortlessly expressing themselves, we rack our brains wondering how everyone else is doing it.
All this physical and mental torment could perhaps be avoided if we’d just embrace our apparent biological inability to dance and rebelliously hit the dancefloor with the spirit of David. But then, we fear that would jeopardize our heavenly credentials, so some things are better left struggling with, rhythm be damned.
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