The Unknown End in the Distance

As I’m riding shotgun on a typical trip into town, I notice the power lines cutting through a large field. The cables suspend high above the ground. They have to otherwise they wouldn’t work. About every hundred meters or so, poles rise up like masts to help share the load. A mass of masts. The trail of cable & wood would have ceased to entertain me except for how far they seemed to go without branching out. They seemed to stretch out like a lifespan. Each pole representing a life experience adds strength to the continuing process of keeping those small, but vital cables up in the air. The faith of those poles is the fascinating thing. If we were in the poles shoes, we would have given up just because we weren’t close enough to see the end result of a house with electricity. Alone in the cold, the pole has no reason for hope. No friend to talk to (except the occasionally bird). No comfort to get through the weather. After a short amount of time, any of us would have let down our arms and let go of the cable. Thankfully, the average everyday, wooden telephone pole is a whole lot stronger than we are. Just by its faith, it stands firmly in the ground without giving up even though it cannot see the final outcome. Our lives are the power lines. Life experiences are the poles. Will you let them hold you up or drag you on the ground?