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Topic: Heroes (03/08/04)

TITLE: The Hero of the Dance
By Ann Marie Lindenmeyer
03/11/04

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The movement flowed from her body as she glided across the floor. She raised her hands high in praise to the wonderful, beautiful one who gave her peace, love, and eternal life. He was her hero, her knight in shining armor.

Many years she had searched longingly for the one who would fill the void that filled her heart. Her emptiness inside had cried out to her and had ached for so much more. She went through relationships with men seeking the one who would feed her soul. There had been so many years wasted and so many tears shed.

She closed her eyes and reached up high, holding the pose as she felt her body reach toward Him. Her inner peace and strength felt strong as she gave her body as a sacrifice of worship. How many times had she danced for Him. Not enough, she thought.

She remembered the nights in dance clubs, wearing revealing clothing that drew attention to her as she danced to the beat of the music. She felt passionate, alive, and powerful when she danced. She found men loved to watch women that were secure with their sexuality. She was. She had embraced the attentive eyes and moved seductively.

Her hero gave his life for her so she could be forgiven. A beautiful gift had been given to her and she had abused it for so long. Now, she could use if for His glory, to praise him with her body, mind, and soul.

The song ended and a small tear crept out from the corner of her eye. She was so in love. There was only one man who could've sacrificed himself fully and completely for her and he did it willingly without resistence. He gave His life because He loved her before He even knew her. What better hero to have than a Savior, she thought as she closed her eyes and felt the comfort of His love. She now had a passion for Him, and the power to give her life to the one who saved her, her one and only true hero.


Copyright 2004, Ann Marie "Ree" Brown.


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Sarah Balk Bond03/15/04
You are right on when you say Christ is the only one that can fill that void. I am glad that after all our searching we come face to face with the true lover of our souls. Thanks for this piece, I needed to be reminded of who my lover must always be. Keep it up!
Leticia Caroccio03/15/04
What a beautiful and graceful piece. I, too, have felt my spirit soar as I found myself in His embracing arms. Thank you for sharing it.
Linda Germain 03/18/04
I pray for all the girls who remain in those clubs, dancing to the wrong beat. They do not know the beautiful truth you embrace. God Bless.
Dave Wagner03/18/04
First off, very beautiful and moving. It reads very well.

>> She was so in love.<<

Man, I have wondered daily what that must feel like. We sing songs of worship in our church, with lines like” “Jesus, I am so in love with You.” And I don’t feel like I can sing them! I don’t know if I love Him or love what He has done for me….seems like all the difference in the world to me. How can you tell the difference? (I’m not asking a rhetorical question, I’d really like to know). I would sure like to really be able to say that I was in love with the King…how do you know? How do you know? How do you know? (this is me every day, asking, asking)


One quick structure question:

>>…strength felt strong…<<

Was that an oversight?
Katie Hart03/21/04
Beautiful! Reminds me of the book The Divine Dance by Shannon Kubiak.

Dave,
I hurt for your pain. I don't know if this will help or not. Think of those you love - why do you love them? For what they do or who they are? What they do comes from who they are. Here on earth you can't see God, but you can see what He's done for you, so it makes sense that loving what He's done would be easier. Imagine if He took everything away - would you love Him?

I finished reading Ted Dekker's When Heaven Weeps last night. Maybe his words would help more than mine.