This is a follow-up to my last note on the Safari:
It is, to an extent, the opposing viewpoint. But I think it’s important to hold the two in balance.
For in fact, the giraffe was right, and the cheetah was bang out of order.
You see, for anyone who’s ever had a giraffe’s nose through their car window, you’ll know these things are big. And I’m not talking about the kind of big you think when you see a horse up close and suddenly notice how fortunate it is that they only eat grass. I’m talking scale that up by a substantial factor, stick it on legs longer than I am tall (and appearing capable of comfortably kicking through the skin of our car, should the mood take them). Then stick it on a neck so tall that it can actually bend back down to the ground to drink out of whatever it happens to be drinking from today. And with all that, the huge and muscly torso somehow manages to look small and insignificant in comparison.
Make no mistake: you are not about to confuse one of these things for a marmoset or a koala.
And there’s the point. It doesn’t have to DO anything to be a giraffe. It doesn’t have to run like a cheetah at 70mph, or join the wolf-pack in tearing your spare tyre to shreds. It just IS, looming benignly over every other single creature.
And while it’s right that I should heed the cheetah’s wise words and do something useful about all the issues it kindly reminded me of, I should do so remembering this: That irrespective of what I do or don’t do, God has re-created me, valuing me and adoring me and putting his stamp on me as unmistakably as a giraffe.
© 2009 Paul Brownnutt
[Originally Published 24th August 2009]