Once upon a time..

There was a very tall man.
And on one, final, concluding night,
In the midst of an extremely sorrowful and tear-filled crowd,
He shook a young man’s hand and said,

“I’m proud of you. You’re a man now.”

But those words held more than meaning..
They held moments.

And those moments cannot be fully described,
Nor can they be fully comprehended.
To translate those moments into words would degrade the very moments themselves,
Because words cannot fully reveal a soul touching another soul.
Words cannot fully fathom the depths of a heart being changed.
Words cannot fully grasp the tears of a child breaking down his walls of failure.
Words cannot fully paint the picture of a child bravely lifting his head under adversity.
Words cannot fully understand the story of a child becoming a man.

And yet, those moments.. happened.

So thank you;
Thank you for lifting me up to Christ
And for showing me what it means to be a man of God.

I might never be as tall as you,
But height was never what truly defined you,
And that is what matters.