I wonder why there are so many short men in the world.
I am tall, for a woman, but not really all THAT tall, after all. I can reach the top shelves, but not see over the refrigerator. Ok, I like heels and wear them as a hobby and that is maybe a bit “overly tall”, but I mean to say, really! Why are there so many short men in the world!
By rights, according to Modern America, I should be dating a handsome man with perfect teeth who stands a head taller than me in my favorite shoes. Gazing about me, shading my eyes, I see no such thing.
I see fields and fields of short men.
Good looking, some of them. Charming, others. Good looking, charming, singing, smiling lovely SHORT men. What gives?
So lately I have been thinking about these same short men. (Leonato’s progeny? no, that was a daughter) I have been thinking and laughing with friends about what makes a man a short man. Is it really height? Am I judging these short men unfairly? Lately, I think I have been. Then I look around at all the middling to tall men who are very small souled.
Stature is not the measurement of a man. Character is.
These men who are vertically challenged are not necessarily the short ones. The short man who is a gentleman is taller than the tall man who is common, mean and crass. The short man who fears God and lives in repentance is taller than the man who is a whitewashed tomb.
And as long as they’re ok with my 4 inch heels, I will no longer discriminate against men whose stature is less than mine. Provided the are great hearted heroes in their souls.