On Power

I think about power a lot—not in a grasping way, but in a stewardship way. Am I hoarding it or sharing it? Am I using it to secure my comfort or to serve others’ flourishing? Power, when left unexamined, turns toxic fast. But surrendered power—that’s different. That smells like Jesus. I’ve known seasons where I manipulated power for influence, and others where I laid it down to elevate someone else. The question that keeps returning: when people leave my presence, do they feel stronger—or smaller? That’s the measure I keep before the Lord. And it’s a holy wrestle.