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faith in my higher power

September 26, 2011

I regret losing contact for a week.  WordPress, my publisher, apparently changed

its format and apparently didn’t notify me.  It took me several days to figure it out.

And, now that I have, I hope to speedily post this as the first serious storm of the

season rattles the farm and threatens our satellite link.

 

But I have faith, which is what I want to talk to you about today.  It’s not a faith in a

Higher Power.  Six months in a war zone extinguished my status even as a marginal

Methodist.  I harbor no delusions of an all-knowing, all-caring supreme being.  I

have faith in higher power.  Literally.

 

Every summer, from mid-July to mid-September, the stream from the hill above

the house, which we use for our domestic water and micro-hydro, reduces to a

trickle.  Although it’s barely enough to fill the small feeder pipe for the house, it

keeps us supplied and loses no pressure.  The two larger pipes for the micro-hydro

are usually shut down within a week or so of each other.  We then rely exclusively

on solar power, which, as you likely know, is scarce at night.

 

The down time varies due to weather and, I’m speculating here, seismic activity.

Maybe even nearby logging.  One August we got a bonus week of flow from a three-

inch rain.  This year we didn’t have to shut the pipes down until September 11th.

The autumn rain snuck in a week early and has hardly let up.  We’ve had seven

inches of it in ten days.  Our energy system is back to optimum.  And, gloriously,

the danger of forest fires is over for three seasons.

 

So my higher power starts uphill 600 feet away.  I don’t say that blithely, and I

certainly don’t mean to offend any Buddhist, Christian, Jewish, Muslim or other

readers.  Every summer we lose that power, every summer I believe that it will

return.  Jude and I count on and plan around that belief.  Isn’t that faith?              

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6 Comments
  1. Anonymous permalink
    September 26, 2011 2:58 pm

    Works for me, Allen; we all have higher powers that help us in many individual ways!

  2. Anonymous permalink
    September 26, 2011 3:00 pm

    That was me, Allen, not Anonymous!!

  3. Anonymous permalink
    October 8, 2011 9:09 am

    Hi, Allen,

    I love your writing–higher power, that’s wonderful, and yes, you are talking about faith!

    Brainie from Stubblejumpers Cafe

    • October 8, 2011 9:12 am

      Thanks, Brainie. I thought I was in the celestial ballpark on that one.

  4. Gordon Raley permalink
    October 11, 2011 1:36 pm

    Ehh, you’re still a Methodist…

    Old Methodist hymn:

    “Showers of blessing,
    Showers of blessing we need,
    Mercy drops ’round us are falling,
    But for the showers we plead.”

    Come to think of it, lots of those early Methodist farmers had to be into self-sustainability too..

    • October 12, 2011 11:25 am

      I’ll certainly embrace the self-sustainability. I don’t remember that hymn back in the day, but I did fondly sing this Brook Benton tune: “one day of praying and six nights of fun; odds against getting to heaven: six to one.”

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