“But whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows, And saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.” (Matthew 11:16-17)
This world, says Jesus, expects us to react to things the way they do and see things as they see them. In short, they expect us to dance when their pipers pipe. If you do not, you are considered to be out of step. But considering how erratic and fickle are the fads and fancies of this world, trying to keep in step requires constant dancing lessons, which a corrupt media is only too happy to provide. To these “leaping lemmings” Jesus says, “Grow up!” Impressionable children and immature adults will always fall prey to peer pressure. But here are a few dance steps I personally refuse to learn.
I refuse to substitute a philosophy of pluralism for the Biblical doctrine of salvation. Either Jesus was telling the truth when He claimed to be the only way to Heaven (John 14:6), or He was as big of a fraud as Buddha or Mohammed. One may believe that all sincere people, no matter who or what they trust in, will end up in the same place after death, but they cannot be a Christian and believe it. There is only one Mediator between God and men: it is Jesus Christ (1 Timothy 2:5).
I don’t care if the whole world—secular or religious—plays this tune. I won’t dance.
Nor can I bring myself to equate the execution of a cold-blooded killer with the murder of an innocent child in the womb. They may claim it is hypocritical to be against abortion but for capital punishment; but if so, it is just as hypocritical to be for abortion but against capital punishment. In both cases, death is the result. In the case of the killer, further lives he or she might have taken are saved. When the life of the baby is extinguished, the lives that might have come from him or her are lost forever. You tell me which execution indicates a healthy society.
This is society’s funeral dirge. I won’t dance.
Not only that, but I find it beyond my power to view sexual intercourse between two individuals of the same sex as anything but unnatural. As the song says, “What’s love got to do with it?” If love is the only prerequisite for sex, promiscuity is the only logical response. To assume that I am somehow strange or bigoted because I am sickened by the idea of something that was considered a shameful perversion until relatively recently, only proves that one is woefully ignorant of both history and the Bible.
This macabre Hokey-Pokey is not my style. I won’t dance.
Finally, I decline the invitation to join in the celebration of a new president simply because he is black (or rather half-black). That would indicate a racist mentality, which is outside both my thinking and experience. I refuse to set aside the fact that this young man was a junior senator who incubated in, and rose out of, the infamous cesspool of Chicago politics, whose resume included such items as tutelage under (personally sought out) socialist university professors, personal and professional ties with anarchists and terrorists, while providing legal advice and on-job training to an activist organization charged with voter fraud. This should give pause to any thinking person. When the bravest among us, who stand daily between us and our mortal enemies, doubt a man’s moral capability to lead, I’m suspicious too. To my way of thinking, judging a man by the color of his skin instead of the caliber of his character says that the only real change some were looking for was a color change. This kind of blind adoration looks strangely like a follow-the-leader routine to me.
In all intellectual honesty, I cannot bring myself to join this Congo Line. I won’t dance.
The pipers of this world are playing. The tune may change, but the beat is always the same: Fall in line; join the crowd; don’t make waves; sit back down. Some of us, however, hear a different Drummer, and all that matters to us is whether or not we are in step with Him. To us, these pipers are really just snake-charmers; and to them we say….We won’t dance!