Dancing While We Wait

Dancing While We Wait

Late, the other night, I was driving home and thinking about Steve Bell’s beautifully realized, upbeat version of “O come, O come Emmanuel” that I recently heard on CBC and had a small epiphany…

You mean we can celebrate while waiting? Aha!

I hate waiting so much that the thought had never really, or, better yet, DEEPLY (in that stick-to-the-ribs sort of way) occurred to me. I even have an inkling now how this might translate to faith, “calling that which is not as though it is” and “the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen,” because of trust in the very character and goodness of God (also seen in His provision and in His creation which is everywhere) and the call to worship Him just because He IS.

I thought of waiting lines—how focused I can be, staring at the people in front as they pull out a pound of loose change for their 20 items in the 15 items or less express line, or at the teller, or cashier, or clerk (as if that will make the line move faster) I don’t think I glare, or at least I hope I don’t… just have a certain impatience with lost time (as if it’s ever mine to keep, really). In my mind, I looked around, and I saw people doing various things – some even enjoying themselves – laughing, joking, chatting, smiling…Whack!

And then, some words and a melody and cymbal swells and a choir and harmonies…Joy! Ironically, my voice is still not well enough to properly sing this, but it always sounds better in my brain, anyway. I can still dance, though. I can still dance.

“Dance While We Wait”
(c)2012 Jaylene Johnson

Pillar of fire, pillar of cloud
Manna from Heaven, feeding the crowd
We are blessed in the wilderness

Sun, moon and stars, beauty and light
Words from the prophets of comfort and might
We are blessed in the wilderness

Listen children
Don’t be silent

Sing
Sing through the night
Keep the vigil alive
He is coming to save us
Dance
Dance while we wait
Our God is great
He is coming to save us
Sing

Led into bondage but not alone
Every cry heard through the mortar and stone
We are blessed in captivity

Old ones have visions, young ones dream dreams
Hope for today of what freedom will be
We are blessed in captivity

Listen children
Don’t be silent

Sing
Sing through the night
Keep the vigil alive
He is coming to save us
Dance
Dance while we wait
Our God is great
He is coming to save us
Sing

  • http://www.facebook.com/jodi.mclaren1 Jodi Penner

    Ah yes, those Smacks of realization. They seem to come more often as I age. Maybe I just am more attuned to them with my age-sensitized skin. Well done Jaylene! Well done.