Due to my latest sprained ankle, I was forced to observe Modern IV today at Hosanna Dance. To settle the squirms and fidgets building up inside me, I pulled out a pencil and notebook and scribbled down the thoughts I received from observing. Here is a small excerpt of my thoughts:
To dance without God would be wasted movement. Meaningless forms that would take up time and space given for the worship of our Creator. A body made to bring praise to the Perfect One, rather, praising an imperfect selfish beast. Precious music meant to rain notes and rests of love onto the audience, thrashed onto the floor to make way for a monster. Beauty, gifted for His glorification turned inside out for the self-glory and pride of an animal. Stressed breathing, precise lines and shapes, momentary defiance of gravity, unchained drops of sweat, muscular control, natural beauty, unlimited flexibility, everlasting movement, yet the heart lies still...
To dance without God is an artist's suicide.
