Foreign Tongues

In the last couple of months, I've been learning new languages. Though previously foreign to me, they have begun to take on familiarity in my heart, mind, and spirit.

My heart has picked up a new language, speaking of things which I cannot decipher. I suspect that it is trying to dodge the critique of my mind. But, I will be its student, poking and prodding around in its desires until I find their root. Those that have strayed from the truth and the light, I will uproot and replant in the Promised Land.

My body has taken to a new expression of worship to God: dance. My Indy Church (as I will refer to it, so as not to disregard my grateful membership in a Cincy Body of Believers) has invited any willing members to join in an Easter dance, and I have eagerly accepted. It is a choreographed hip hop dance to Yolanda Adam's "Victory," specifically chosen for this occasion to celebrate the victories that we have won through Jesus. I've been attending practices weekly in Indianapolis to prepare. In our studies of the dance, we haven't neglected its ultimate purpose: to bring glory to God. Each practice begins with corporate and individual times of dance in the likeness of singing worship songs with the Church and praying alone on our bedroom floors. Then, we practice the dance, not just as a serious of movements mimicking the rhythms of a song but as a declaration of Jesus' life, death, and resurrection and a testimony of how He has changed our lives. If you would like to attend, you are welcome.

My tongue has even tasted the language of silence, one in which has found its use in the classroom. Several weeks ago, a battle cry broke out in my classroom when I tried to convince one student to practice pre-writing despite her obvious misgivings. My argument was that writing is bound to be better when preceded by gathering and organizing thoughts. She vehemently replied in a loud voice that she WOULD NOT pre-write. She has tried before. It has come to no good. It serves no purpose. And, she finds it to be absolutely pointless and stupid. By God's grace, my strong will was silenced in that moment and for the next several moments. After seconds which dragged on like minutes, the silence was broken by the same voice of which it had followed. The newly repentant young girl dropped her guard and openly apologized to me. I was relieved. One battle had ended with no casualties, and I had gained new artillery.