Holy Saturday

Hallelujah! I made it through my Jazzercise class this morning. I tried to go last week but I was still in such a fog I showed up an hour late. . . just as the class ended.

This week, the instructor, offered what she called a “funky” class. Mostly shoulder and arm work. With all those boxing moves, it could’ve been called a “suture-busting” class, but I made it through. Actually my upper body performed decently (although I didn’t even try to use the hand-held weights). It was my legs that had trouble after two weeks of naps and just walking around the neighborhood.

I’m not a Mariah Carey fan but the chorus of her new song, “It’s Like That” offered a great sentiment for our work-out:
No stress, no fights
I'm leavin’ it all behind
No tears, no time to cry
Just makin’ the most of life.

We taught the confirmands at the lock-in a couple weeks ago that our bodies are God’s temple–that how we use our bodies can honor our creator. And my choreographer friend told me to keep dancing--it’s apparently good therapy for cancer patients. Even the Boston specialists recommend dance therapy.

Today, it felt holy to dance.