I was standing at the corner of Mt. Auburn & Chester, just before sunset, when I looked up. I noticed the cloud first — the way the sun seemed to be wearing itself out in a final effort to offer light before retiring. Then the steeple, a symbol of a different kind of power, the power of hope in God, which extends through day and night.
The power line came into focus next; human-generated power, letting us “be powerful” as we type and read and bake, working and watching well into the night. The tree holds power, too, as it participates in the quiet but very essential ecological ordering that sustains all our busy lives.
In this week, when in my tradition we are preparing to celebrate God’s choice to show up in a very powerless way — as a baby — I wonder about what power truly moves you forward. What kind of power do you depend on? What fuels your batteries?