This week a guest salsa/bachata dance instructor came to visit Bangkok. Once I found out that he taught a specific style of bachata that I’m really interested in, I immediately sent him a message asking for private lessons. Unfortunately, I ended up not being able to learn with him because of financial reasons.
While we were discussing the possibility of me studying with him I noticed that at the end of his messages he always signed “God Bless”, one time he even wrote a scripture, but I didn’t think much of it, I figured that maybe it was some type of hippie/spiritualist thing, nothing serious.
Monday night comes along and I decide to go to a dance social that was happening in the city. Originally I wasn’t even going to go, but I ended up changing my mind last minute. It didn’t even occur to me that I could possibly bump into him, so at the party I was surprised and happy to see his face.
I went up to him and introduced myself, and later on we shared a dance. After dancing together he told me about a class he was going to have the following day at a salsa club nearby and encouraged me to come. Despite it being a school night, I decided to go.
The class was packed! It was a great experience: everyone was having fun and had a great time learning. During the class I noticed that on the back of his shirt there was a scripture; the thought came to my mind that maybe he actually was a believer. When we got the chance to dance together I asked him about it–to my surprise, he is a true Christian. (Listen, you don’t know how hard it’s been to find other believers who enjoy salsa dancing as much as myself).
He wasn’t always a believer though, he admitted, a supernatural experience encouraged him to follow Christ. Me being
nosey curious, I asked what that supernatural experience was, he thought it would be best to talk about it another time, a two minute bachata song wouldn’t be long enough to hear the whole story.
We made a plan to chat more about it.
The next day we met at the same salsa club and headed out for dinner.
He shared his journey and how he came to start following Christ, then he started to ask me questions about my journey. I told him where I was at now: lost, confused, struggling with my Christianity. He had a lot of wisdom and spoke from a place of love.
Before taking the bill he offered to pray for me once we reached back at the salsa club.
This part is the funniest to me: we’re in the middle of a bar and empty bottles are still scattered about the place from the party last night. Upstairs there is a private class going on and bachata music blasting. All of this “non-spiritual-ness” is happening around, but in the middle of prayer it becomes a place God just… enters. God’s like, really, you’d think I wouldn’t come here, to meet you? I’m all around you, daughter.
Friends, it’s been a very long time since someone has prayed for me in person and that alone made me bawl. The prayer was good for my heart and soul. We prayed for my job, joy, peace, direction concerning moving to S. Korea, etc.
We finish and I’m teary-eyed. He said I looked fresher already and asked if I wanted to keep praying. So, we kept praying. This time my heart and chest felt so warm, almost burning. God… I just knew God was with me. When we finished I told him about the warmth I was feeling. He let me know that both his mother and himself have this gift where people get sleepy after they pray and recommended that the best thing for me to do now was to go home and sleep, not even listen to music, just sleep–I would feel much better when I wake up… I’d feel different.
To be honest, that was a hard decision for me, I’d planned to go dancing after our dinner. I wanted to dance really badly, release some stress, have some fun. Setting time apart to just be with God is scary for me, I wanted to go on about my life and not face the huge reality that he just showed up right there.
The thing is, I live an hour and thirty minutes away. I usually take the bus or train, but he thought the taxi would be best, the most comfortable. I could sleep on the train, but the best thing for me to do was to get home as soon as possible. I was concerned because there was traffic and it’s about 300 baht to get home when the roads are like that (I’m trying to save money at the moment, so this month my pockets have been skinny).
Before I left he asked if I needed any help with anything, but I was too shy to ask for help to pay for the taxi, especially after he paid for dinner. I went to go break my 1,000 bill at the 7/11, but they ended up not having any change. Thankfully there was an ATM just outside so I took out a bit of cash. I’m in the taxi and my heart is still warm. I do feel sleepy, like surrounded by something sweet, but powerful… I – I can’t explain it. I’m in this good kind of fog, like, What just happened to me?
I get in the taxi and I drift off to sleep. This whole taxi ride feels like a miracle: I’m sleeping for what feels like days! And my taxi was only 150 baht. My eyes couldn’t believe the price I saw. That’s never been the case. One time I took a taxi early in the morning, when there was nooo traffic, and I was even closer to home, I probably spent about the same amount or a little more. I remember waking up for a second and we were still in traffic: how in the world did I end up paying only 150 baht?
I kid you not, the whole ride felt like a dream, like the taxi driver was an angel and he let me sleep for days. When I came home I couldn’t believe all of that just happened in the same night. I still find it hard to believe. I went straight to bed, but was so scared because I didn’t have an alarm clock to wake me up for work. Of course, I woke up on time.
All of this happened days ago, but it still feels like a dream.
God sent someone all the way from India, a dance instructor, not a missionary or a pastor or evangelist, a dance instructor, who danced a specific type of bachata that I enjoy just to tell me that he loves me and is with me, sees me.
I didn’t even recognize the craziness of it all, the instructor brought it up after we prayed. We laughed about it, too, he was like, thankfully he teaches bachata because had it been something else this would’ve never happened. We realized it was never about us having private classes together, it was all about that moment with God, in a salsa bar of all places.
God planned all of that just for me.
What the heck.