MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?
As I walked out of divorce court in 1992 I had a stone in my heart. My son and I walked down the street together, saw a book store and ambled in. Down close to the floor a title stood out to me: May I Have This Dance? It was written by a nun, Joyce Rupp. She begins with a poem: “But just when the old heap of bones seems most dry and deserted, a strong Breath of Life stirs among my dead. Someone named God comes to my fragments and asks, with twinkling eye: ‘May I have this dance?’” I bought the book and wrote for the next decade all over the front page reminding God of His question. I didn’t have any idea on that day where all this was heading, but as a matter of fact it was there in my other hand. Something about a woman in a clerical collar caught my eye (and my heart), and I bought the book by an Episcopal female priest. God led me to theological school and to England where I preached in chapels on the Isle of Wight and one year (from a very high pulpit) on the mainland. Later, I was able to visit the Holy Land where I fell in love with Jesus all over again (and maybe had a crush on our Jewish guide). I mean, it has been an adventure. Now I am writing poems, some of them back to God. After all, it was He who asked me to dance.