Modern Dance

As a young teenager I learned to dance, and I loved it. It was all in innocent fun, I thought, But it did not take long to realize how easy it is to flirt with danger, for much can be lost when touch and rhythm combine. Around that time I read an author who said something that at the time I thought unrealistic. But with each reading and observation I think he was right. Granted the language is a bit dated, but there is merit to what he said.

The tendency of modern dance is to the fine edge off the modesty of both young men and young women. A blacksmith can no more handle the tools of his trade without hardening his hands than a girl can be clasped in the embrace of promiscuous men and still keep her sensitiveness to the questionable and to the unclean. When we consider, therefore, the thousands that are engaging night after night in the modern dances, our wonder is not that so many go wrong, but rather that so many hold their footing upon such slippery places.

He buttresses this point in another context:

Take, for example, our stage folk. They are neither better nor worse to begin with than the average. They are just ordinary human beings. But they play at love-making so much that it loses all its sacredness. Caresses become cheap and common things to be dispensed to almost any passer-by. Such a girl, to use a figure from James Lane Allan, becomes like a bunch of grapes above a common path where everybody that passes takes a grape. He who takes does so without reverence and to his own impoverishment. In the golden coin of real and abiding affection such spendthrifts soon become utter bankrupts.(Clovis, G. Chappell, Home Folks)

Extracted from I , Issac, take thee, Rebekah by Ravi Zacharias.