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This blog is not strictly about being a Baptist. I merely picked the name since it says where my roots are. I believe an open mind is not anathema to strong convictions. If you don't know who you are, how can you know what you are. Open discussion on differing points of view is the spice of life and we should love one another not simply because we see ourselves in others, but because of Whose children we are.

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Saturday, April 29, 2017

I Won't Dance. Don't Ask Me!

Once upon a time, when King David first brought the Ark of the Covenant into Jerusalem, he was very happy. So much so, that he removed all if his fancy king clothes and began to dance before the Ark as it was carried on the shoulders of the children of Aaron. He even made sacrifices every few steps. It was a real mess!

Unbeknownst to David, his wife, the daughter of Saul, was watching him from in his house. (No, it seems she was not interested in joining the party.) The more she saw, the less she liked. Frankly, she was really embarrassed about the whole affair.

After David had put the Ark in its place, he blessed the people and went home to bless his own house. That's when Michal, his wife, met him at the door.

"You think you're hot stuff, don't you? All you did was make a big fool out of yourself. Dancing around, practicality naked, showing off in front of all those young women."

David replied, "I was dancing for God, not for you. That's why God picked me over your dad! Incidentally, if you think I made a fool of myself today, baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!"

So, Michal, Saul's daughter, grew old and died and had no children.

II Samuel 6:13-23 ADV

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