Devotions Archive Archive: 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024 Search Archive Print This Article Cheek-to-cheek Friday, March 20, 2015 Psalm 34:19 The Lord is close to the broken-hearted. It falls to few of us in our earthly life to depend entirely on God. Not our lot in life. Our dependency is disguised. We have resources and relatives and bodies and minds, and we are not alone. Until ... we are. Sometimes we become jobless/homeless/friendless. Sometimes the fabric of our physical or mental health is badly damaged. Sometimes we get old while everyone else in our life passes away, and we are left alone. And even in my white Anglo-Saxon protestant male American life, I am sometimes broken-hearted. Then God asks me to dance. His cheek touches mine. Nothing delicate about his love, nothing shy or embarrassed in his touch. My appearance, my shame, my fear he does not despise. It only remains for me to recognize this moment, which rushes into my life and will rush out again if I let it go. Until one day when it does not go, when I am finally diminished and broken and there is no putting me together again. And then, that dancing cheek-to-cheek will never end. You are so close, Lord, but also so respectful. You never drag me on to the dance floor, but you always notice me. Ask me. Let me love you, David. I want to hear you, I want to say yes to you. Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief. Dance with me. "; Add      Edit    Delete