My kids say I’m not a very good driver. It’s kind of true. Sometimes I have to pull over because I get confused as to where I am or where I’m going. And I’ve been known to pull out of the gas station with the gas hose still in the gas tank.
In a way, my kids are right.
So you will understand my fear and trepidation when Saturday I ended up behind the wheel of a Boxster Porsche. I’ve never driven a Porsche. It’s powerful. It tugs at you like it wants you to go fast—faster—faster. As I drove it, I realized there are times in life when we brush up against power and become aware of our fragility. It happens when riding a horse or standing by the ocean or climbing a mountain—or when driving a Porsche. Being in the presence of power can make us aware of our fragility.
fragile:
- adj
1. able to be broken easily
2. in a weakened physical state
There are times when I am keenly aware of God’s power. And it’s then that I tend to worship Him more. Because I suddenly realize I’m fragile, easily broken, weak—He could speak and I would be undone, implode, over.
Unfortunately, I confess, I spend the majority of my time unaware of His power and therefore my frailty. Instead, I mostly live under the illusion that I am in control—capable—important.
Every once in a while we need to brush up against power whether that be driving a fast car, riding a strong horse, standing at the beach or climbing a mountain—power reminds us we are fragile.
That we ain't all that.
God is.
