I remember my first experience with power. It was behind the wheel of a 1948 Chevrolet. Granted, by today’s standards, that is not a lot of power, but it was power to me. If I handled it just right, I could even burn rubber.

Power and freedom are exhilarating. I can only imagine what it is like to sit on the end of a runway and crack in the afterburners on two jet engines and roar off into the sky carrying enormous destructive power in the missiles under my wings. The young men who do this for our country are a cocky bunch. They are in the peak of life and their physical powers and skills are honed to perfection. But they are under the discipline of older men who understand power and the dangers involved, who keep them on a very tight leash. It has always been so with the warrior class. A warrior class, corrupted by power, is a dangerous force in any society.

There are other kinds of power, and there are risks with all of it. Suppose you had the power to heal. You could walk right up to a crippled man and say rise up and walk and have it happen. Would that affect you? Well, what about the early church? Were they affect by the enormous infusion of power they received on Pentecost?