Teach Me How To Dougie

Let’s be real for a minute. I totally wish that I could dance. Not like white people dance. I want to be able to break it down. Drop it like it’s hot. Twerkilate it. No joke. It’s a deep desire of mine to be able to throw a beat up and spin my way in a frenzy of arms and legs until the dust settles and all you see is me, upside down and perfectly balanced on my head. I tried to learn. I'm still waiting for someone to teach me how to dougie. And pop, lock, & drop it. I dance in my car. It's all upper body movement. I have no rhythm in my hips. Shakira would never be able to trust my uncoordinated lying hips. Shameful, I know. Why do I want to dance so bad, you ask? BECAUSE OF STEP UP REVOLUTION! Kidding. It’s really a matter of my heart. I feel like being able to dance and make a fool of yourself is an expression of freedom from insecurity that I desire to possess. Nothing says, “I don’t care what you think of me” like busting a move. This is just my perspective.

Church world = no dancing. Or leave room for the Holy Spirit. Every time someone says that I want to respond “well if the Holy Spirit is living inside of her, we’ve got a ton of room between her spirit and my spirit!” Then I would pull her closer, spin her around, then dip her, before planting a Spirit-filled smooch on her (I know, rebellion is a sin but I’m not that saved). That would really fire up the Pharisees.

One of my favorite ministries is the Ingredients program, a developmental training under Dance Revolution Ministries. A friend of mine, Bishop Gerrard Thompson, is studying at this place. The brotha has mad skillz. He can do things with his body that make me so jealous. No homo but for real, I’m a lumbering ex-football player that wishes I could be so much more agile. There’s little hope for me to be as smooth as G, but even so, I love to dance. I love to jump. I love move. Not as a response to the beat, but as an expression of freedom.

Freedom is a tricky thing. If you have been set free but still live like a slave, you’re not truly free. You’re encaged by yourself. If you want to do something but don’t, you’re in chains. I used to be all about freedom but things shifted a little. Now, I've come to realize that we are all both free and slave at the same time.

I love the idea of being chain-less but I also recognize the reality that we are all slaves to something. There’s a whole sermon in here about being a slave to righteousness that you could preach yourself. I’m not going there. I’m focusing on my freedom to dance. Don’t over-spiritualize this. I just want to dance.

That’s why there are certain places of worship that I gravitate towards. If someone is jumping, I like it. If someone has his or her hands up, I’m interested. If people are giving all of their energy to singing and shouting, I want to be right up in the middle of it. Naturally, this is why I’m a huge fan of Justin Timberlake. No body kicks the party like he does (featuring Jay-Z).

“But Andy (said in a high pitched, offended, mousy voice)! That’s not worship! That’s secular music!” Shut your mouth! YOU SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH RIGHT NOW! I love secular music. It.is.awesome! It’s excellent, passionate, inspiring, & fun! When is the last time you left your church and had those thoughts about your time spent adoring & exalting God? Oh really? You have a light show? You have an electric guitar? Congrata-freak-ulations. Justin is selling out concerts left and right. Why you ask? Not because he is talented. Not because he is a great singer. Because the man can dance. There is an expectation that when you watch JT, he is going to do something incredible that will blow you away.

That’s how I want to be. I want to be so good at expressing myself that the air tingles with anticipation of what I may or may not do. Not because I want fame or glory or sold out stadiums, but because before there was Justin, there is a whole book full of people that God used to do incredible things as an expression of what God had done in their life.

*drop the mic and walk away*

Andy Walt

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