While at the mall today I overheard a conversation that went something like this. “My six and a half foot tall son who goes to Harvard . . .” I didn’t catch the rest of what was said because they moved out of my ear range. But I found myself smiling because I am quite sure my mother never said to anyone about me, “My five and a half foot tall son who goes to Andrews . . .” What is it with being tall? People speak of it as an accomplishment. Hey, they grew, okay. They didn’t have any more input on the subject than I, except maybe they selected parents from a taller gene pool. I have compensated through the years. In school my roommate was six five and even now one of my very best friends is about the same. I mentally average our heights and we are both six feet tall – peers – twins.
Revelation 3:5 is a marvelous verse, “The one who conquers will be clothed thus in white garments, and I will never blot his name out of the book of life. I will confess his name before my Father and before his angels.” I can hear it now. Jesus is standing in the courts of heaven and says to the Father, “Your five and a half foot tall overcoming son is my friend.” I like the sound of that. Or how about “Your five and a half foot tall growing son is becoming more like us every day?” There is a terrific ring to that.
There are many ways to be a giant. One can have tall parents or have an extraordinary capacity for spiritual growth. Oh, this is going to be good.
Written by Roger Bothwell on August 7, 2012
Spring of Life Ministry, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574
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