It was David and joyfully moved the Ark of God from the house of Obed-edom to the city of David … David, wearing a linen ephod, danced with all his might before Jehovah … When the Ark of the Lord came to the city of David, it happened that Michal, daughter of Saul, looked out of a window, and seeing King David jumping and dancing before the Lord, he despised him in his heart. 2 Samuel 6.12, 14, 16
The text says that “he joyfully moved the Ark”, that “he danced with all his strength before Jehovah” and that when he arrived in the city “he would jump and dance before the Lord.” Do you see the king? His joy overflows. Jump, sing, dance, jump, beat the palms, shed tears, scream, laugh, celebrate, celebrate … What a strange scene! And messy for some, right!
I say that it is strange and also disordered, because we are not used to these unbridled manifestations of joy. Our spirituality is very neat. We all stand together. We all sit together. We all sing the same hymns or hymns. Our “celebration” is domesticated. We can not understand the joy of this “crazy man”, who was jumping before God!
I can think of at least three reasons why we would not have joined the party.
In the first place, we would have been thinking about what those around us could say. Your opinion is very important to us. We do not want to give anyone room to think about something “bad” about us. That’s why we dress the way we dress, say the things we say and do the things we do. We want others to speak well of us.
Second, we know that everything must be done in order. The eagerness for order has made our meetings boringly predictable. First welcome. Then some songs to enter into spirit. Then the announcements and the offering. Maybe some testimony. Afterwards, the proclamation of the Word. Meeting after meeting, the same “ordered” program.
Third, we leaders would not have given such a show, perhaps because we knew that our wives would condemn us, as Mical did. Not wanting to experience their contempt, we prefer to adapt and control our spiritual experience. Is not this, perhaps, a good way to show our love for them?
However, I suspect that, in the secret of our hearts, we are attracted to this dancing king. If we could get hold of a little bit of his enthusiasm … how different our lives would be! If we managed to let go for a moment to express something more genuine, not so rehearsed … what a delight it would be to live the Christian life. If we would encourage us to put aside, for a moment, our structured program, so that he bursts into our midst as a torrent … how different we would be.
Is this why God called David a man according to the heart of Jehovah? How this man loved the things of God!