Back in 1988 I wrestled The Undertaker. Back in those days he was known as "Powerhouse" and later "Mean Mark." What an imposing figure he was. Both of my girls cried when they saw who their dad was going to wrestle that night. In 1987 I wrestled a nose tackle for the San Diego Chargers. His name was Dewey Forte. He was probably the most powerful guy I ever stepped in the ring against. People liked to watch them because they were so powerful.
The next time you go to the zoo, notice where the lines are longest and people take the most time in front of the cage. We tend to walk briskly past the deer and the antelope, with only a passing glance at their graceful beauty. If we have children, we may pause to enjoy the antics of the seals and the monkeys. But we find ourselves irresistibly drawn to the lions, the tigers, the elephants, the gorillas. Why? I suspect that without realizing or understanding it, we are strangely reassured at seeing creatures bigger or stronger than ourselves. It gives us the message, at once humbling and comforting, that we are not the ultimate power. Our souls are so starved for that sense of awe, that encounter with grandeur which helps to remind us of our real place in the universe, that if we can't get it in church, we will search for it and find it someplace else.
I believe God is the ultimate source of power. Are you kidding me? He spoke the universe with all of its magnitude into existence. He has the power to change your life and to make you into a new creation if you will allow Him.