We just got back from a concert by our 2nd favorite band. What's our favorite band? You wouldn't know them. They're so Indy. In fact, they're so Indy that their jeans are so tight that the whole band collapsed, black graphic Ts with bird silhouettes and all, into a black hole.
Rough Draft is my second favorite band they're so deep. Just take Jambo the Giraffe. Many people don't know the story of Jambo the Giraffe and why he graces the front of Rough Draft's Indy graphic T. Let me tell you.
Jambo the Giraffe grew up a happy giraffe, that is, happy for a giraffe growing up far away from Africa on the Colorado plains. No one knew just how he had gotten there, but there he was. He played with all the horses of the field, but he couldn't help noticing that he was different.
His neck was longer than the other horses. He didn't have a long swishing tail for all those pesky horseflies. And he had the copper patches any non-reticulated giraffe would be proud of in Zambia.
But Jambo wasn't in Zambia; he was in Colorado. The other little horses called him names like "Long-Necked Bottle" (this was in the time that settlers in Colorado were still listening to Garth Brooks) and "Jambo-No-Tail" and "Non-Reticulated Camelopardalis." It made Jambo very sad.
He got dreadful neckaches from bending his slender neck to chomp on the prairie grasses (which were honestly never very satisfying), and when the others had horse races, they'd laugh at the way his neck bobbed when he ran.
Jambo though to himself, "I must be a mistake. I'm just all wrong."
But one day, the horses and Jambo wandered to the little village of Fort Collins. They saw tall leafy trees standing over the river. Trees taller than any of the sad plains trees they'd ever seen. He didn't know why, but Jambo found himself running toward the trees and gobbling up all their fresh tasty leaves. The other horses just looked on. They couldn't reach the leaves to taste how delicious they were.
The horses and Jambo continued on, down to Old Town Square. As they clipped and clopped through the Square, they they saw a big copper still outside of Coopersmith's. They all wondered what it was. Jambo was just tall enough and his tongue was just long enough to lap up the delicious root beer inside.
As the horses clip-clopped back home under the stars that night, Jambo realized, "My spots aren't so bad. And my long neck helps me eat leaves!" And he was right. Jambo was never a mistake. Sure, he had his bad points, like chewing with his mouth open, but he was still a masterpiece, maybe just a rough draft of a masterpiece.
And you know what? Jambo the Giraffe is just like you. Your ears might seem larger than absolutely necessary or your voice squeakier than you would prefer. But God made you right just the way you are. We, none of us, are perfect. We're being crafted each day to be more and more like the masterpieces we were created to be, long necks and all. We're more like rough drafts.
And that's why there are Giraffes on Rough Draft's Ts.
Or maybe one night they had drank a few too many Mountain Dews and started saying their name over and over, like one sometimes does with silly words.
Roughdraftroughdraftroughdraftroughdraftroughdraftroughdraftroughdraft. Until finally it sounded more like roughdraftroughdraftroughdraftgiraffegiraffegiraffe.
If all this touching talk of being different has touched your soul, watch this video for an inspirational song.