Letters to Jesus (Similes, Metaphors & Paradoxes)- 5
Our relationship with You has been compared to a dance. I find it an apt comparison. Sometimes You lead. Sometimes I lead. Often I’m out of step or step on Your toes. Sometimes I fox trot to a waltz and waltz to a polka. And then there are times I go looking for another partner. But I always keep coming back to You. This pleases You because I am always seeking something in that dance. When I find it, it pleases me. When I seek it, it pleases You.
Sometimes what I seek is fuzzy, but what I find is always the same. It is the music of the dance which I find; and the music of the dance is love. You Yourself are the love and, hence, the music. I am not a good dancer, but I want to dance. I am enthralled by the music.
Our whole life is this dance. You are constantly the willing partner who waits patiently even when I chose to be a wallflower. You have promised us that when the dance is over, the music doesn’t stop; rather, we become one with the music forever. I am not a good dancer, but You love my efforts. To be a good dancer takes practice and a good partner, both moving as one to the music.