Hand Dancing For Jesus
I walked into a country bar one Thanksgiving week end and went straight to the dance floor before it got full. I kicked up on my hands and did the "Cotton Eye Joe" upside DOWN, and stayed up prancing around to the beat on my hands for nearly the whole song! Soon after, the band and female singer wanted to know why.....

Trudy Sands, the singer, turned the mic to me and said, "Scotty would you come on stage and tell the people why you just danced on your hands?"

I remember how a boldness hit me and with love pouring all over me, I said;
"It was not so long ago that I was shot many times and stabbed through the spine just outside a place like this in Houston Texas. I bled to death on the street, until I found myself at his feet, and he gave me another chance through a miracle blood transfusion from heaven that amazed the doctors. It was thought at one time that I'd never walk again, so this is just my little way of saying, 'Thank you Lord for saving me and allowing me to dance...not only by my feet, but with my hands!
Thank you Jesus. Thank you Lord!"

And then I shut up and didn't say another word as the whole bar was quietly waiting. Waiting for me to say more.

As I waited in front of a bewildered, drunken crowd of about 350 souls, the Lord prompted me to point to a stranger and say to him and his date, "The Lord just said he wants to bless your marriage if you'll follow him!"

They looked dumbfounded. I had no way of knowing it but that particular couple was there in celebration of their pending marriage, along with their many friends.

I thanked the crowd and turned the mic back over to the singer. The crowd responded with loud clapping, with hoops and hollows of approval. I spoke to a few, including the engaged couple, and they expressed their thanks with reverence, and invited me to their wedding, which I attended and was able to minister to them further.

They made a commitment to God and quit the bar scene. At last contact, they were serving the Lord in a fine church.

There after, I began dancing on my hands to church youth groups, public school assemblies, and a community dance contest at a gym in Spring Hill La, in the town where I met my wife.

As I used that avenue for the Lord, souls were moved by my testimony and his love. I even won a trophy, and was eventually hired to perform on, Thursdays, Friday, and Saturdays at one of Houston's largest disco clubs, named Uncle Sam's. Their introduction for my performance was, "Folks, Butch Cassidy is not here but we do have the Hand Dance Kid! Take it away Scotty!"

It was there where I met Larry McCarthy and his wife, son and daughter in law of a South Houston multimillionaire. I was invited to their home where Larry and his wife heard the word of God and were saved. They had been heavily involved in drinking and pot smoking. They dubbed me with their preferred nick name, "Rev. Hand Dancer."

Take what opportunities the Lord gives to you folks, and see what the Lord will spring from it! I must say, you may never be called to be upside down with the spinning disco lights in the middle of a dance floor to Rod Steward's, "Hot Legs" as 500 people are cheering you on, but surely opportunities await us all, however strange they may seem.

Chaplain Scott,
"The Hand Dance Kid." (Still can do it, only not so long.)

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