Just a random thought for the day, folks.

My daughters are dancers. From the time they were little girls up to the present, they have known the routine of a dancer: the years of classes in different disciplines, the hours of rehearsal, the preparation of hair and makeup and costumes, the physical and emotional stress of performance. They both look like dancers as well: both are slim and muscular, graceful in the way they walk and hold themselves. They are uncommonly comfortable around strangers and friends alike. They are used to having all eyes on them, and don't find it intimidating in the least.

You could see them walk by you on the street, and in a moment you would know exactly what they are. They are dancers.

I am a singer. Since I was four years old and first stood in front of an audience, I've known what it is like to have people listen to me. I've been part of numerous choirs, performed as a soloist and part of ensembles in competition with other vocalists, sang with a band. I've sang with pipe organs and electric guitars and a cappella. I've spent a great deal of my life in rehearsals and performances of one kind or another, and consider it more like play than work. I have struggled through singing with colds and flu, can tell you several home remedies for sore throats, and can name several things you shouldn't eat or drink before going up to the microphone. I am more at home in front of an audience than I am almost anywhere else in the world. I think in lyric lines, I hear songs in my head, I spend hours listening to songs, just letting the music run through me and speak to me.

If you saw me step forward to the microphone, heard me, you'd have no doubt of what I am. I am a singer.

Dancers dance. Singers sing. What they do doesn't totally define what they are, but it speaks their identity to all who watch and listen. You can tell someone "I sing, I dance", but till you step forward to perform, they wouldn't really know.

So, here's our thought for the day. Most of you who read my ramblings are my fellow believers, Christians. So, tell me this. If dancers dance, if singers sing, what do Christians do? Is being a Christian to you just a handy identifier of your cultural background? Is it going to church on Sunday and dropping a $5 in the offering plate? Is it praying over your food in a restaurant? Is it dressing a certain way, sending your children to a certain school, not cussing, not drinking, not smoking?

Or, is it so much more than that? Is it knowing that God loves you more than you can even comprehend? Is it loving Him so much that you want to give everything you have to Him? Is it loving others in a way that expresses how much He loves them?

Is it so incomprehensible that you feel like you can never reach the end of it, never understand it all, so wonderful that you can barely explain your delight?

So, what do you think, dear friends?

Dancers dance. Singers sing. Christians......well......what?