He is a bit awkward. He has the potential to make some folks uncomfortable.
And he likes to dance.
During the worship.
And well, there is no polite way to say this; he has never had dancing lessons. His dancing consists of bouncing. Just bouncing. Up and down as if he were on a pogo stick.
It is a good cardiovascular workout, but as I said, it is a bit awkward.
Awkward and beautiful.
Bobbie was born with some rather pronounced cognitive impairments. His mind doesn’t function “normally.”
Thus he is free from the fear of what people think of him (at least during worship).
This is beautiful.
And enviable. How I wish I were as free from the tyranny of appearances.
Last Sunday his freedom was contagious as numerous people joined him up front bouncing and dancing. Dancing and bouncing. Young and old alike joined Bobbie in his unbridled worship, free of self-consciousness.
It was beautiful.
During worship, while most are standing I prefer to sit. Yet when Bobbie came over to me, grab my hands, and pulled me to my feet I had one thought,
“It’s a good day to bounce.”
So I stood up and bounced with Bobbie.