Moving to the Beat

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbor. -Arnold J. Toynbee

"If you wake up in the morning," wrote Frederick Buechner, "and assume that everything is exactly as it was when you went to bed the night before, you're crazy." The good professor speaketh truth. Nothing in this world can be permanently nailed down, tied up, fastened, stuck, attached, joined, bonded or glued or screwed in place. Which is to say, everything's motion. Every goober and galaxy, mountain and molecule are all on the dance floor - all swinging and sashaying to whatever rhythm rocks their socks or gets their boogaloo boogying.                 

And that includes you and me. We're all movin' and groovin'. You might feel stuck - in a job, in a relationship, in a life style, in an addiction, in a body size. So many ways to get stuck; so little time. But, even if you are crazy enough to assume that you're not on the move; you might be reminded that you - in all your stuckedness - are riding on a planet that is zinging at 67,000 miles per hour though uncharted space. You may feel stuck, Sugarcheeks; but you ain't.            

Maybe the reason we feel stuck so often is because we're missing the beat. Missing our own beat. Missing the rhythm that gets our hearts hopping and our brains boogying. Perhaps we forget that my rhythm is not necessarily your rhythm. And it's when I keep trying to move to your rhythm that I feel stuck.

Picture God as a dance band, playing the tunes to keep the universe spinning. Maybe faith is nothing more than listening for the beat and moving to it.