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Squarin’ Up with God
by Krister Rollins


It’s a sweating sea of tangled, writhing bodies.

To clarify: They are all wearing clothes. And they are upright. And they are dancing. Square dancing.

The InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF) decided to host a night of square dancing, lassoing, apple bobbing, and food eating in Clark Gym. Christina McKee, Outreach Coordinator for RIT’s chapter of the IVCF told me this was an “outreach event” and that they were trying to convince people that “being a Christian isn’t necessarily boring.” But the night almost didn’t happen. There was no band up until a week ago, as the previously contacted minstrels were called off to one of two other coincidental square dances held that very night. Luckily, they were able to piece a band together last minute.

The plan partially worked. There was a huge turnout, with people coming from as far off as Fredonia and Geneseo. However, it did seem like the majority of the attendees were already in the IVCF fold. But they were certainly not all familiar faces, as Christina did not recognize a bunch of people there and was also pleasantly surprised by the number of deaf people on the floor. They all had a ball. Or square. The entire night I’m not sure I saw one frown. Everyone was cheery and good-natured.

A lot of them were sweaty, too, from all the running around. I spotted three guys who were sitting up in the back of the bleachers. “Ah,” I thought to myself, “These disaffected youths will provide an opposing angle on my story.” Nope. The bleachers were rarely populated because it was always people, like these chaps, just sitting out a round to rest up.

No one seemed to mind the weird tarp covering the floor, the cut-in-half donuts, or the Drunken Interloper who came from nowhere and danced on the stage like an idiot until the guitarist politely requested he leave. Which he did.

Keith Hunt, the caller, who has been calling since the ‘50s said, “[it’s] great fun to see everyone dancing out there and having a good time. It’s really encouraging.”

What was interesting to me was how extreme everyone was in their keen intent on having a night of good-natured fun. People enjoyed the donuts, sometimes even splitting the halves in half. The non-carbonated and, you can bet your butt, non-alcoholic drinks were consumed with equal fervor. I saw more radiating smiles and glowing happiness at this dance than at any large event I have been to. Everyone was bound and determined to have a good time. And they did.