I had a dilemma during Zumba class today. Do you every have an inward moral dilemma...a dilemma that no one else knows is going on in your brain, and no one else would ever know the outcome of it (unless you blog about it...ha!)...but it's a dilemma nonetheless?
That was me during Zumba. I like Zumba. Not enough to go faithfully, but enough to go sometimes. It's not my favorite class at the gym, but it's fun, it's different, and I love the little shaky sequin skirts.
So I'm dancing along, and then...Timber. Not as in trees started falling down. But as in Pitbull. "Timber."
If you're not familiar with it, consider yourself blessed. If you are familiar with it, and you think I'm crazy because it's a great tune with an awesome dancing beat, I totally get it. You're right. The song just makes you want to dance. As do most Pitbull songs, unfortunately.
See, the problem for me is that ignorance really is bliss. And because I teach on issues of sexuality and purity to teens and research a lot of pop culture music along the way, I don't get to be ignorant on this one. And "Timber" just happens to be one of those songs that I specifically use as an example. Its lyrics and video are thoroughly disgusting. (If you haven't been exposed to them, I encourage you to just take my word on it rather than submit yourself to its grossness.)
So there I am. I have to decide quick. I've used this song while teaching to thousands of teens, and now it's playing during Zumba. Do I dance to it? Now, please don't misunderstand me and think that I feel the need to "approve" of every song that plays in the gym. By no means. And most of the time it's a non-issue. I love a lot of music. And a lot of current music. But this song is particularly disturbing, and in Zumba, it's not like it's just on in the background as I grunt through my push-ups. The workout is actually choreographed to the song...so you're dancing to it, not simply while it's on.
What if my daughter asks me afterward what songs I danced to? What would I say?
I couldn't do it. Instead it was a great opportunity for a bathroom break.
No one would have known or cared had I stayed and danced through that 3-minute tune. But I knew.
And this blog really has very little to do with a particular song or a particular artist, and certainly has nothing to do with Zumba class. I still enjoy zumba. I also enjoyed my little 3-minute break. And maybe you like that artist and that song. It's not about that. (Although I would encourage you to do a little homework on it...just saying...)
But it all made me think about those little moral dilemmas that come and go throughout my days. Those moments of truth when no one is watching and no one would even know the outcome. Except me. And except God.
It can be so easy to ignore those moments, can't it? How many do I ignore without even realizing? Maybe it's about something I shouldn't eat, or shouldn't watch, or shouldn't read, or shouldn't say, or shouldn't type, or shouldn't purchase. Or maybe it's something I should do that I'm trying so hard to ignore.
Those moments when the Holy Spirit is whispering within me, urging me to do the right thing in the midst of a culture that has lost its appreciation for doing the right thing. Choose righteousness. When its inconvenient, unpopular, painful, unexpected. Choose the hard road, the high road, the narrow road.
How often do I miss it? How often is the choice to choose righteousness right there in front of my nose, yet I drown out the quiet urging of holiness with the noise of the world around me?
I need to lean in and listen, because as the Holy Spirit is whispering to me, the culture is screaming "Timber!" at me. It's up to me which I listen to.