Mom, why would anyone want to be shorter?
This was Caleb’s question when he noticed an advertisement.
Lose 12 inches in 30 minutes.
Containing a smile, I explained the business was claiming to help people lose weight not height.
Nevertheless, the thought was planted in my mind.
The possibility of losing height in only thirty minutes.
Not the stature you’re imagining.
Another type of elevation. One that’s self-produced. And unrelated to the inches on my measuring rod.
This loftiness is grown heartily by watering the soil of pride.
It peaks as I fertilize my inner sense of worth and right to self.
My prominence crests steadily with the absorption of a vainglorious rainfall.
A gluttonous self-love nourishes this haughtiness of mine.
It seems I’m due for a meeting with the Gardener.
A time for trimming and pruning.
Maybe about twelve inches off the top.
It always seems to take more than thirty minutes, though.
And it usually hurts.
Jesus Christ is always unyielding to my claim to my right to myself. The one essential element in all our Lord’s teaching about discipleship is abandon, no calculation, no trace of self-interest. (Disciples Indeed by Oswald Chambers)