# The Dance Day 4 > Come to Stillness: Take a few minutes to allow your mind and heart to be still before God. ### Opening Prayer: *My God and Father, Lord of the dance, allow me to see this day and this moment for what it really is—an invitation to dance the dance of life and faith with the One who made me. May I dance this day with joy and passion, knowing that there will never be another one just like it. In the name of Jesus I Pray. Amen. (JLB)* #### Psalm for the Week: Psalm 149 #### Sing to the Lord a New Song *149 Praise the Lord! Sing to the Lord a new song, his praise in the assembly of the godly!2 Let Israel be glad in his Maker; let the children of Zion rejoice in their King!3 Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!4 For the Lord takes pleasure in his people; he adorns the humble with salvation.5 Let the godly exult in glory; let them sing for joy on their beds.6 Let the high praises of God be in their throats and two-edged swords in their hands,7 to execute vengeance on the nations and punishments on the peoples,8 to bind their kings with chains and their nobles with fetters of iron,9 to execute on them the judgment written!This is honor for all his godly ones.* *Praise the Lord!* #### Scripture for the Day: Matthew 22:1-14 #### The Parable of the Wedding Feast *22 And again Jesus spoke to them in parables, saying, 2 “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding feast for his son, 3 and sent his servants[a] to call those who were invited to the wedding feast, but they would not come. 4 Again he sent other servants, saying, ‘Tell those who are invited, “See, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and my fat calves have been slaughtered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding feast.”’ 5 But they paid no attention and went off, one to his farm, another to his business, 6 while the rest seized his servants, treated them shamefully, and killed them. 7 The king was angry, and he sent his troops and destroyed those murderers and burned their city. 8 Then he said to his servants, ‘The wedding feast is ready, but those invited were not worthy. 9 Go therefore to the main roads and invite to the wedding feast as many as you find.’ 10 And those servants went out into the roads and gathered all whom they found, both bad and good. So the wedding hall was filled with guests.* *11 “But when the king came in to look at the guests, he saw there a man who had no wedding garment. 12 And he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you get in here without a wedding garment?’ And he was speechless. 13 Then the king said to the attendants, ‘Bind him hand and foot and cast him into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ 14 For many are called, but few are chosen.”* #### Reading for Reflection: *In the little blue book, on page 115, in the readings for week 17, where I would have started in with my father had I started in when he gave me the book and the note, there is this sentence written by Nikos Kazantzakis: “Only he who obeys a rhythm superior to his own is free.”* *More than a decade has now passed since I first read that sentence. I did not even highlight it then, the way I did so many sentences in the book. I was not seeking anything like that at the time and could not have had any idea what such a sentence might mean to me or anyone else.* *Nothing in my life is the same now. I do not live in the same house or even with the same people. Most of the material possessions that I had then are long gone, not by some great devout sacrifice on my part, but torn from my grasping hands by bankruptcy or divorce or other crisis. I fight a constant battle against depression, and I live a life that pretty much keeps me out of the mainstream most of the time. I am not complaining, nor am I bragging. I am simply trying to make the point that since the day I said yes to the tune that called me to the Dance, nothing has ever been the same. That is not to say, as some would have you believe, that everything has gone along swimmingly after my grand experience of the Transcendent. Much of it, most of it, has been really hard.* *But from this vantage point, I can look back across those days and see that the rhythm of the Dance had begun to call me. It was so new to me then that I did not recognize it for what it was, and for what it is.* *A life of prayer—or the spiritual life or the interior life, whatever term one uses for this journey that we have undertaken—is not completely linear, any more than one’s intellectual or emotional life is linear. It is cyclical; it turns and turns again, and carries us along with it.* *It is that turning that caught my attention then. It is that turning, that Dance, if you will, and its rhythms and steps and habits and joys and sorrows that draws me now.* *If we are to live lives that enable us to hear more clearly who we really are, then we will have to learn to move to a rhythm that is superior to the ones we have fashioned for ourselves, or the ones a consumer society has foisted upon us. We will have to discover the rhythms of prayer and life that can be found in the steps of the Ancient of Dance of the Ancient of Days: the liturgy, the Eucharist, the calendar and the mass, the prayers of confession and intercession and recollection and contemplation, the habits of reading and retreat and working with our hands, the practices of hospitality and forgiveness and being with the poor.* *Our lives must be shaped by the same rhythms that shaped the ancients, those who have gone before us. Only then will we be able to take up our places and join the general Dance. (Living Prayer by Robert Benson)* #### Reflection and Listening: silent and written #### Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself #### Song for the Week: Canticle of the Sun *The heavens are telling the glory of God* *And all of creation is shouting for joy* *Come dance in the forest, come play in the field* *And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord* ### Closing Prayer *Lord God, draw me out on the dance floor of life this day and fill my ears and heart with the beautiful music of Your great affection. Give me such an awareness of your presence that my feet just can’t be still. Dance with me as I dance with you. Amen. (JLB)*