Battery life is the new meter in a digital era. It’s the gas gauge of our lives. An icon we’re all aware of. Important, heartless, draining.
For those of us more familiar with will.i.am than Will Rogers, it’s just something we’ve grown accustomed to. It’s the ever-present, top-right marker on all of our Facebook machines. Phones, tablets, notebooks and laptops — they all run on batteries.
88% . . . 79% . . . 42% . . . 9% . . .
Living on the clock. Faux independence. Tethered to a recharge.
How is it that we are deeply aware of our phone’s battery life but not our own?
Undoubtedly, you can tell me how much charge is left on your i(blank), but can you tell me the state of your spiritual charge? Your Apple product of choice isn’t the only thing that begins to drain the moment you unplug it; your soul does too.
Translation = I’m your power source; stay close.
Christians aren’t Lithium powered. We aren’t meant to charge up on Sunday mornings and run on battery the rest of the week.
Anyone who tells you “I can’t wait to get to church; I need to charge my batteries!” is a misinformed enthusiast living out a Tim Cook Christianity.
Only in the Old Testament were the faithful asked to live a charge-your-batteries-and-hope-it-lasts lifestyle. Those days are over; we have something better.
The finished work of Christ and the gift of the Holy Spirit assure that we are never disconnected again. We have daily, unending, unrestricted access to the power source. We’re in the vine. We see Jesus.
I guess the question isn’t How low is your battery? The better question is Why would you ever unplug in the first place?