I don’t fit. Or maybe it’s that things don’t fit me. I’m a five-foot-twelve-inch (think about it) woman in a 5’6” woman’s world. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m somewhat more comfortable talking with other woman sitting down together rather than standing in a group, since the latter arrangement has the conversation hovering several inches below my ears, and I find myself slumping a bit.
Shopping is a quite the challenge. Once I walked into a retail store at the mall and asked if they had jeans with a 35” inseam, but the incredulous expression on the saleswoman’s face said it all. Even the J.C.Penny’s “ultra-talls” don’t q-u-i-t-e work. In fact, the recent trend of above-the-ankle trousers and the always popular rolled-up sleeve look is a totally fashion boon for someone like me.
I tried my hand at basketball when in high school, but that wasn’t a good fit either. I remember my coach saying, “Jump, Dawn! JUMP!!” To which my 6’5” older brother remarked, “That’s the problem. We don’t have to jump…for anything.”
Evidently, I have passed this legacy on. When two of our daughters lived and worked in New York City, I was informed that, for fashionable folks, the big thing in the Big Apple was, in fact, height—women walked around all day wearing 3+ inch heels! So, due to their genetic code, my gals had it made. They could wear flats if they chose to, and some of their female compadres would still be looking up to them!
Of course, “not fitting” is nothing new to the Christian, either. There are reasons why the world is supposed to NOT fit on us, that Jesus calls us to be “in the world, but not of the world” (John 17), reasons that go beyond even our own salvation and that reach into the eternity of others. We are empowered to “cleanse yourselves of everything that defiles flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness…” (1 Corinthians 7:1), which usually doesn’t float too well at parties.
We can expect to be marginalized, vilified, and ridiculed. That is, until something of spiritual “top shelf” quality is needed. Like when nurse friends of mine called to me down the hallway one evening shift, needing my help. That’s generally not a good sign, but when I got there, a high curtain had fallen down…
When life comes falling down, Jesus is the One who knows what to do.
Or as our pastor once said, when it comes to Jesus, one size fits all.