Can dancing hope renew trust with love? Can dancing love restores hope with glorifying trust? Will dancing trust generate beauty with hope-filled jubilation? Jubilee celebration unites generations with dancing ecstasy, calling sacred and secular to dance one dance, empowering young and old to dance without restraint, bearing unspoken witness to wisdom’s dance of glory in heavenly realms. Rainbow light dances with spontaneous freedom, awakening hearts to laughter. Ancient symbols, drawn from translucent nature, dance their dance with the help of human arms and human legs, embodying co-operation, visible for all to see. Dazzling light delights the eye with hidden wisdom, revealing glory, embracing all. Graceful movement serves ineffable ends when rainbow colours adorn a dance of hope. Nobody is untouched by wonder, curing hardness of heart, breaking open into joy. The dance of joy goes on and on, refusing to end even when parades are over and carnivals are done. Hearts are one, dancing as one, enabling deference to embrace difference, regenerating love from fear, inspiring hope from despair. Trust delights in the truth of hope and love.
Trust cannot put confidence in lies or rely on endless lies to conceal lies, so when, for many, confidence is finally lost, a new consensus needs to emerge, renewing hope and trust. Jubilee is not external distraction but hidden discernment that at the heart of earthly jubilee, heaven draws near with liberating jubilee, securing truth from lies. Ancient jubilee is both earthly and heavenly, well worthy of whole-hearted trust, well attested to by explosive hope and love. When a Queen does not draw attention to herself, or glory in herself, her earthly jubilee bears witness instead to hope, inspiring jubilee’s radical forgiveness of debt, renewing dancing hope and trust with love. Bondage loosens as trust releases hope, inspiring love. Secular transcendence of fixated religion purifies it of its obsession with power and control, releasing the sacred through the secular into dazzling obscurity, glorious irrelevance, paradoxical healing. When the Queen whispers ‘not me but Christ,’ clerical vainglory is restored to shared, wholesome glory, even when the Church at large is reduced to redundant flattery. Perhaps the dance of hope is a secular icon of the sacred dance of glory, danced by God, through God, in God, happily hidden within the rainbow beauty of a secular dance.
The dance of hope, in its own way, suggests it already intuits invisible realms of glory that reveal on earth the glory of heaven, but intuits them in unknowing, freeing the Spirit to rise again from reified religion. Perhaps this is the secular meaning of old prophecy, wild and eccentric in its liberating freedom. Glory to God remains unsaid, even as the dance trusts in hope, preserving reserve even as wisdom goes wild and crazy. Future kings honour their reigning Queen, but beneath their words lies another reigning glory that empties royalty into the ineffable royalty of God and empties God into the ineffable royalty of all. Is the Queen, therefore, grounding a future generation in hope, rooting them in trust, fulfilling trust by love, way beyond the feeble fables of fake news? Can sound confidence be restored by trust, wisely trusting love, way beyond a formal platinum jubilee? A dance of hope is able to explode into ineffable jubilation, long after all parades are over and all carnivals are done. If the dance of hope is God’s holy dance of love, is it not God’s dance of ineffable joy, uniting heaven and earth? When a dance of holy beauty goes wild, it discovers it is pervaded by ecstatic, shimmering light, filled to overflowing with ineffable glory.