835 Mineral Springs Road  Ball Ground GA 30107

835 Mineral Springs Road  Ball Ground, GA 30107 


Ransomed Dance Ministry

                         Melony Matteson Leader


~ To minister to the Father's HEART
~ To usher in the presence of God through dance
~ To reach a full spectrum of people both inside and outside the Body of Christ
~ To set captives free and cancel plans of the enemy through the movement of dance
~ To bring hope to those who have lost their way
~ To minister salvation and healing to those in need 
~ To support all ministries of Gospel Outreach
~ To carry the vision in unity of the faith
~ To be a helpful ministry in any needed capacity



We will go and 'preach' the Good News of the Gospel, spreading it through the movement of DANCE wherever God 

sends us. We go forth with the expectancy that God will reveal Himself to us and others in exciting new ways. Knowing that God goes before us, we stand upon Mark 16:20   "And they went forth, and preached in [dance] every where, the Lord working with them, and confirming the word with signs following."


Our Name...

"And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with singing, with everlasting joy on their heads.  They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."   Isaiah 35:10 AMP  


           פָּדָה pâdâh, paw-daw'; a primitive root; to sever, i.e. ransom; generally to release, preserve:— at all, deliver, by                  any means, ransom, (that are to be, let be) redeem(-ed), rescue, surely.   1)   to ransom, redeem, rescue, deliver;              to redeem by paying a price.  Strong's 6299

"Was it not You who dried up the [Red] Sea, the waters of the great deep, who made the depths of the sea a pathway for the redeemed to cross over? [Why then are we left so long in captivity?]"  Isaiah 51:10-11  AMP

"For the Lord has ransomed Jacob and has redeemed him from the hand of him who was stronger than he."  

Jeremiah 31:11

            גָּאַל gâʼal, gaw-al'; a primitive root, to redeem (according to the Oriental law of kinship), i.e. to be the next of kin (and as such to buy back a relative's property, marry his widow, etc.):—× in any wise, × at all, avenger, deliver, (do, perform the part of near, next) kinsfolk(-man), purchase, ransom, redeem(-er), revenger.  Strong's 1350



His Dancer

by John Taylor


He stood in the middle of the sunbeam-lit hallway deciding whether or not He should announce His presence.  By the rhythmic sounds coming from the far corner of the house, He knew she was dancing.  He loved to watch her dance, especially when she didn't know He was there with her.  He closed His eyes and smiled for a moment, listening to the sounds of her petite, light feet caressing the floor of her small living room.

He slowly made His way down the dim hallway toward her sound, His excitement growing as He tried to imagine what she would be wearing this time.  Last time, she had just come in from her night classes in college and was still wearing her red, flowing skirt and buttoned-up vest that she had on during her classes.  Not the most freeing of attire, but she loved dancing so much, she couldn't wait long enough to change clothes first.  He knew this, and it made Him smile all the more.

He made his way quietly to the living room door and slowly pushed it open a few inches, just enough to see His treasured dancer in the middle of the room spinning in the spotlight of the sunbeams filtering through the high window.  She had obviously been cleaning the house for she was still in her apron, tattered and faded jeans, and the paint spattered shirt that she never wears except for dirty jobs.  The yellow rubber gloves had been pulled from her fingers and thrown over into the corner, as if done so while twirling in the center of the room.

Her face shone as she grinned in delight of her favorite pastime.  He leaned against the doorjamb, folded His arms, and smiled.  She used her body to dance, but He knew that she danced with her heart; and every time He saw her do it, He fell in love with her all over again.

The only sound that could be heard was the rhythm of her feet on that shiny, newly mopped floor, the sound of the apron flapping cloth against cloth as she moved, and the light accompaniment of her voice as she hummed a tune to dance to.  No music played for she had no radio or any other units to play it on.  In fact, she never had much of anything; she had never been a wealthy woman.  Even when they first met, she knew that she had little more to give Him than her love.  But her love was all He ever wanted.

And she loved dancing for Him.  It was her favorite way of saying, "I love you," And He knew it and treasured it.  Even now, a tear began to form, warm in His eye, as He tried His best to hold in joyful laughter at the one who He loved so much.  Her arms moved as smoothly as the wings of an angel as she leapt, spun, and dipped.  He loved watching her, and He knew that even now, while she had no idea that He was there at the door, she danced for Him.

Closing her eyes, she spun once more in the warm sunbeam, her long, light hair echoing her every movement like golden streamers.  She slowed her rhythm, dipping down to one knee and bending back, her arm fanning up with her as she melted into her final, perfect pose.  She opened her eyes, and looked up toward the ceiling, a single tear sparkling on her cheek.

"I love you, Jesus," she said in a barely audible voice.

"i know, my child," He whispered.  "I know."