Why We Are Looking for the Tallest Man
- john raymond
- Jun 14
- 2 min read
We are not looking for the loudest voice. We are not looking for the sharpest suit, the cleverest strategist, or the man who polls best in suburban districts. We are looking for the tallest man.
Not tallest in inches, but in conviction. Not tallest in title, but in spine. Not tallest in the estimation of court flatterers and campaign consultants, but in the eyes of those who still believe that justice is worth the risk. Because these are the days when the timid shrink and the hollow bend. And in times like these, only the tall can call the heavens down.
A nation that has grown used to performance now needs presence. A republic that has tolerated cowards needs clarity. And a people who have watched veterans zip-tied, legislators assassinated, and the military paraded for the glory of one compromised man—need a figure who does not flinch.
We are in a spiritual crisis disguised as politics. A crisis where assassins dress like peace officers, where truth is locked in the basement while pageantry commands the square. It is not merely authoritarianism that stalks us, but apathy. The belief that all men are equally small, and therefore no one can—or should—stand tall.
But history says otherwise. When Moses raised his hands at the edge of the sea, it was not strategy that parted the waters. When Washington held the line in the snows of Valley Forge, it was not ease or advantage that preserved the cause. When MLK thundered from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, it was not safety that moved the world. It was moral height. It was visible courage. It was stature born of purpose.
We are looking for the tallest man because we know what comes next if we do not find him.
If no one stands, the lies go unchallenged. If no one raises their hands, the heavens remain silent. If no one speaks plainly, then others will speak falsely. And in the vacuum, men like Trump—small, compromised, ruled by stronger tyrants overseas—will grow large in the eyes of the fearful.
The tallest man does not posture. He does not beg. He does not wait for permission to lead. He is not perfect. He is not even always right. But when the hour is darkest, he is visible. When the crowd hesitates, he steps forward. When the storm breaks, he lifts his hands—not in surrender, but in invocation.
We are looking for that man.
If he exists, we will know him by his clarity. By the wrath he earns from tyrants. By the calm he brings to the righteous. And if no such man yet stands among us, then we say this: Be him.
Stand tall now. Not later. Not when it’s safe. Now.
Because the republic needs to see him. The sky needs to answer him. And the people need to remember that a free nation does not survive by waiting for approval. It survives by the courage of the tallest man in the crowd, standing alone—until others remember they were tall once, too.
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