People sometimes congratulate me for being so tall. At least that’s what I take it as when they say “wow, you’re tall” while they stare at me for longer than I’m comfortable with. I usually point out that I’m not just tall, I’m husky, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference in the stare time. I even say something like, “hey, look over there — is that fellow using a flour tortilla to patch a hole in his drywall?” but to no avail. Wow. I’m tall. 6 feet and 5 and 1/2 inches. That’s over 70 Liters tall, were I to move to Canada, which I have considered more than once.
Let me tell you three great things about being tall:
1. I can reach things that others cannot.
2. I can keep my coffee/pop on top of the refrigerator, where no one else can mess with it, dump it out, fill it with flour tortillas, etc.
3. I don’t mind crowds because I can see over them.
Now let me tell you three not-so-great things about being tall:
1. I hit my head on things you didn’t even know were there. Door frames, for example. Pipes are another culprit.
2. I have to order my clothes from a special place called “the internet” because I can’t get them from normal stores. Have you been to a Big&Tall store lately? It’s like walking into a tropical island. They put flowers on everything at that place.
3. My knees. My poor knees. They have to do the work of 2 knees. Each.
The truth: I have been fearfully and wonderfully made. Job 10:11 says “You clothed me with skin and flesh,
and knit me together with bones and sinews.” God knows my sinews. He never looks at me and stares in disbelief. He even knows about every time I hit my head on what you people call ceilings. It’s good to know that we’re all loved, we’re all valued, we’re all intended by God. And that’s a good feeling.
I just thought I’d give perspective. Or, if you will, an overview. And no, that’s not a tall joke. Also, the weather up here is fine.