Go where the people dance.
I'm continually being led to the story of the prodigal son. If you're not familiar with it, I encourage you to read it in Luke 15:11-32. It's actually pretty amazing.
For those of you who don't know, the parable goes like this:
A father divides his inheritance between his two sons. The older son is always faithful and loyal to his father, but the younger son leaves his family as soon as he receives his inheritance. After the younger son spends all of his money, a famine spreads over the land and leaves the son with nowhere to go. Deciding to return home, his father not only welcomes him, but he wants him. There's a big difference.
So let's get this straight - even after the son had betrayed his father and drained his inheritance on useless things, the father throws a party because of his return. Okay wait, wow.
How reviving would it be to be welcomed and wanted after such betrayal?
The father explains further, "My son was lost and now is found!"
And that, indeed, is something to celebrate.
SO. Go where the people dance. You, yes YOU.
Go where the people celebrate being found, where they celebrate life.
And by all means, celebrate with them because you, like the prodigal son, have been welcomed and wanted by your Heavenly Father.