May 14, 2008

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Blessed are the Powerless Almost every Friday, I play basketball at a ridiculously nice health club. I’m not a member because I don’t think membership fees to health club should cost as much as a car payment for a brand new Lexus. But some friends of mine have made arrangements to reserve the basketball court every Friday at a really nominal price. As it turns out, the court is hardly used—I suspect the members of the club aren’t members because they actually want to break a sweat—and so outside reservations are welcome. This is how it came to be that I and about 15 other pastors and college kids trample the hallowed grounds of the rich and powerful every Friday morning. You should have seen the looks we got when we first started showing up in the parking lot with Honda Accords and beat up Jeeps and Japanese cars that were probably made shortly after World War II. The moms in overpriced luxury SUVs weren’t sure if they had pulled into the right place. Nevertheless, after a few weeks, people went on with their normal routines: men in sweater vests in the lobby continued sipping lattes and swapping business cards and women in designer warm-ups carried on with their morning workout before a quick trip to Pottery Barn to buy a much needed candle for $24.99. People love feeling powerful. In our day, as in every previous generation, there are an abundance of opportunities to accommodate that urge. Money is chief among them. I once heard a millionaire say that he is at the point that he never asks “How much?” anymore; he only cares about “How long?” He’s so rich the price is irrelevant, just don’t waste his time. That’s power. But the rich are not alone in their quest for power. Even...

Glenn Packiam

Lead Pastor, new life DOWNTOWN, New Life Church, Colorado Springs, CO. Author and songwriter.

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