For the past two days, I’ve woken up and the story of the Biblical
prophet has been in my head.
Not the story from your childhood: Jonah swallowed by a whale, three
days later, miracle of miracles, he emerges alive.
That’s part of the story, but it’s not the point.
By the way, the text never says it was a whale. The behemoth swallowed
him. No one knows what that was. Some say a huge fish. Jacques Cousteau held
out for grouper.
We love Hollywood special effects. Who could resist this fantastical
story?
But it’s not the story of Jonah.
Jonah was called to preach. He had a specific assignment: Go to Nineveh
and preach doom. Three days, and this city will be overturned.
But he didn’t want to do it. He ran away.
That’s how he found himself in the belly of a sea creature. He ran to
the coast, boarded a ship, and sailed away.
However, no one easily says no to God.
A storm overtook the ship. After the seamen threw everything overboard
to save the ship, Jonah shared his secret. He was the problem. The ship was
lost unless they threw him overboard too. The seamen resisted, but Jonah was
persuasive. At last, after doing rites to absolve themselves from guilt, they
did as he said. They threw him overboard.
Only then did the great sea creature swallow him up.
By the way, that was not the
point. Jonah spent his time in self-reflection—he had been saved. Why?
Let’s recap. Lost to the world, having run from God but finding out that
was not possible, Jonah was entombed so he could reflect upon his actions. He
repented. Only then did the creature bring him to shore and vomit him upon the
land.
Jonah went to the city. He preached. Miracles of miracles, greater than
the belly of a fish and three days of survival, the people listened. They
repented. God relented of the judgment He was about to bring upon them. Nineveh
lived.
That made Jonah angry. He told God that was why he ran away. He knew God
was a God of compassion, mercy, and forgiveness. He knew if the city listened,
God would set aside his judgment. Jonah didn’t like that. He didn’t want that.
He sulked outside the city. In the hot sun, he pouted. A vine grew up to
shelter his head and he was grateful. Then a worm ate through the stalk, the
vine died, and Jonah sat in the hot sun. He cursed everything he could think
of.
Then came the lesson.
It’s not about a whale. It’s about following one’s call without regard
for the consequences. Sometimes shelter will come, but it will not last. When
you honor God’s call, there are no guarantees. But the very last thing one
should do, any of us, is to sulk because God extends mercy to those with whom
we are angry.
What has this to do with me?
I’ve been angry. And I want to run away. I’ve made no secret that I am
applying to other school districts to get out of Nineveh, the wicked city, run
by those who worship false gods: testing, career advancement, anything other
than listening to the God who has compassion for the students who spend so much
of their lives in the belly of our whale.
Three days and this city will be overturned. Like anyone in the district
wants to hear that preaching even as they run it into the ground. They are the
panicked seamen on the ship. Everything tossed, they no longer know what to do.
Am I supposed to throw myself overboard to save them?
It is difficult. There is no shelter any longer. A worm has bit through
the stalk of my big-leafed vine. I am seen.
The message remains. Three days …
When I guest post in a certain blog, things happen. Certainly there is
correlation, although I do not have the ego to claim causation. Even so, there
is so much correlation … three days.
One thing only I know, I will not sulk if the city heeds the message.
But why is this story in my head?
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