Turning my mourning into dancing

I was going to write a really touching exposition of this passage of Nouwen, which seems so descriptive of what I’ve been learning lately…

Where Mourning and Dancing Touch Each Other

“[There is] a time for mourning, a time for dancing” (Ecclesiastes 3:4).  But mourning and dancing are never fully separated.  Their “times” do not necessarily follow each other.  In fact, their “times” may become one “time.”  Mourning may turn into dancing and dancing into mourning without showing a clear point where one ends and the other starts.

Often our grief allows us to choreograph our dance while our dance creates the space for our grief.  We lose a beloved friend, and in the midst of our tears we discover an unknown joy.  We celebrate a success, and in the midst of the party we feel deep sadness.  Mourning and dancing, grief and laughter, sadness and gladness – they belong together as the sad-faced clown and the happy-faced clown, who make us both cry and laugh.  Let’s trust that the beauty of our lives becomes visible where mourning and dancing touch each other.

…until I saw this.  Dude is still down 10-1…

I totally forgot what “touching” things I was going to say, I wonder if I’ll ever remember or be able to read this passage again without thinking of the ping pong dancer.

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