I wonder why people can regard the significance of other people based on height. "How did you come to surmise such a thing?" you may say. Well I think I have sufficient evidence...of the mind. And also, I really like the word surmise. So here is my argument...conclude what you will.
I had three people come in to my workplace to be waited on, 1 small lady that was the obvious adult, 1 medium lady that was questionably in adulthood, and 1 viking man that could smite a kingdom standing behind them. They requested he be charged as a child. My blank stare ensued. They assured me he was 15. My blank stare ensued. They showed me his I.D. There was still a lot of ensuing of the staring. How could Conan the Barbarian have a legal identification card from the government stating that he was still a child? Did the White House feel some sort of courtesy was owed to him after he chopped down an entire forest with an axe of injustice? Maybe he helped them conquer Iceland? I know not. But I couldn't understand why this burly man that could cast a shadow on the majority of the Great Wall of China, was passing me a little card that said he must be regarded as a child. He could eat 3 of me. But ok. Alright then.
It's not that the brick wall boy was not nice, it's just that he was so very ginormous. You know? And the jolly little lady that was the obvious adult seemed completely unaware of the height difference, or that I was wondering if he secretly made spears to throw at people in his spare time. It's a valid concern. And then I thought of how I might possibly handle a request for help from either of them...hmm...If the jolly little lady came up and demanded more help, I would walk with general concern over to where she was and hopefully assist her in the best way possible, while also being a tiny bit t-o'ed for lack of simply asking. On the other hand....if Sven the spear thrower came over to demand help, I would hit mach 5 while running for the closest exit and screaming for everyone to run for their lives. The height seems more menacing. Even if the jolly little lady turned out to be a secret spy of deadliness, I would still feel the urge to call her 'little' and 'jolly.'
But the irony of that is that I'm on the shorter end of the height stick. I really wish I were tall enough to reach the top shelf without the assistance of a disheartening 2-step ladder, or even be able to see past heads during a concert. And the movie theaters? What am I, a magnet for all the Norsemen in the world?? Stop sitting in front of me during a movie! There's no one else in the theater, but for some reason, that is the one seat you must sit upon. Thank you. I've always wanted to pay a boatload of money to see the backside of a freakishly large earlobe. Great. I'm sorry, but I think I just beat you with my pack of twizzlers.....in my mind..
It does seem to me that people can be assumed to be more important when they have more height. It can be unintentional, I know. But it happens just the same. I'm guilty of it myself. Maybe it's the whole, they could snap me in two with their big arms of tree trunkness. (That's a word, it's new.) Or maybe it's just that they seem to look down on you, so there must be a reason for it. I mean, my sister used to occasionally stand on tables when she talked to me when we were younger and when I asked her why, she just genuinely wanted to look down while talking. So, it seemed efficient. O_o
Sometimes it can make you seem less significant though, if you feel like a kid among adults. Can't be helped when it's something you inherit, but it does make me appreciate boot season. But even then, you can tend to have the 'elf' syndrome. No....I'm not referring to the tall elves of Rivendell, that speak in slow motion and make sure to sway their hair from side to side in unison. I'm talkin' Keebler, people. It's the Keeblers vs. The Jolly Green Giants. It's easy to feel small when you stand small. But it doesn't have to..
I think I'm learning an awareness of what makes me feel small and how God makes me feel secure in any circumstance. It's slow, cause I'm a slow learner:p But I'm learning in any case. I'm not 9 ft tall, and I don't look like a model. And I can't throw spears at people, yet. But I'm me, and I'm who God made me. I'm thankful to be alive and kickin', and I'm thankful for who He continues to make me. I appreciate that when I see kids, I relate to the feelings they have of being small, and that helps me talk to them as if they're not. And I like that I can buy child size shoes, cause they're cheaper. And I have a sneaking suspicion that if I were in a fight with Conan, I could just shoot rope around his legs, thus making him fall to the ground in defeat. Kind of like in 'The Empire Strikes Back' in Star Wars, when they would whip around those robots in the snow and make them fall...well you get the idea. I could take him though. Or......I could just use a taser. But still!
Sometimes when I see people that seem so big in the world, I wonder how big Goliath was exactly. He was literally a giant. I see people that I think are giants everyday, but they probably seem that way to me because I descended from the leprechaun people. We have gold, we like rainbows, and we eat colorful marshmallows in our cereal. Don't judge.
But I do wonder about how that must have looked compared to David. How small was he? Here was this massive goon that led an entire army of massive goons, and he was picking up some rocks and running into battle. I want to be that brave. I want to look at my massive problems in life and run full force at them, trusting that God will take these small rocks and use them to pierce through the head of each battle. I want to do that. I want to be so bold that I don't get shaken by who stands over me, or look down at people that stand lower than me. I want to be humble to talk to everyone with the same love that God talks to me with, no matter who they are or what they look like, or how many axes of injustice they may carry.
I hope I can continue to learn as I go, slow as it may seem. One step at a time is still one step closer to wherever God is leading me:)
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