Pondering Power

A coming together of power sources

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?


About amymccreath

I'm a pastor and mother who loves to make connections between people, between ideas, and between stuff we label "sacred" and "secular." I aspire to be like a Cedar of Lebanon in the midst of the changes and chances of life, but like most folks, generally find that I can really only navigate the tumult hand in hand with others. Good coffee helps, too.
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One Response to Pondering Power

  1. Terri says:

    Power is a curious “thing.” Part of me yearns for a certain amount of power, as if “having it” will somehow prove my worth, “See I really AM good, smart, etc.” Part of me is wounded from the abuse of power others projected toward me, perhaps in a sad effort to prove their own worthiness, “See we ARE right, and she is….” Power can bring respect and admiration. It also brings forth injustices of all kinds. And the right kind of power can overturn injustices and bring justice. Sometimes I think I am naive to put my trust in the kind of power that can turn injustice into justice, brokenness into wholeness, sorrow into peace, loss into hope, despair into trust….but, that’s just sometimes…when a yearning for power gets the better of me.

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