posted on Jul, 20 2009 @ 06:42 PM
Jonah hadn’t slept in a few days. He had heard something in his head and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was so clear and loud, as if
someone had shouted thunderously into his ear canal. The thing about it was, that what he had heard was so off the wall that it had to be wrong. He
paused a moment from his busy work of packing his things. “Nineveh!?” he thought quizzically. He laughed within himself. He remembered being
there only once and he vowed he would never return. He had been beaten up and robbed there, but it wasn’t just that. Those people were all godless
and insane and he hated them all with a passion. Nineveh was a terrible place and he would have no part of them, ever.
He remembered when he had first heard the preposterous thought in his head. He couldn’t sleep that night and the next day he confided to a priest
about the mysterious voice and message. “Jonah, they will kill you there. God doesn’t want you to do anything. You need to relax. You obviously
need rest, I mean look at yourself. Besides, if God wanted the Ninevites to hear a message, do you think he would need you to bring it to them?”
The priest was right. He was being silly, and that is all he needed to hear. I mean this came from a priest after all, who surely must know about
these things. He would take a trip to clear his head and get some much needed sleep. Maybe he would find solace if he left Jerusalem.
“Nineveh!” he shouted to no one in particular as he slammed his spare tunics into his satchel. He chuckled to himself nervously so as to clear
his head and tried to convince himself of how silly he was being. The thought was still there though.
From that place that only he knew existed, deep down, he reasoned. That settles it then. Your priest told me that it wasn’t You, so I’m in
the clear. You see? I told You I was right in this matter, Jonah marveled at himself for being so clever and retreated to the forefront of his
mind chuckling along the way.
They were nothing but savages and heathens who deserved no second thought, he kept telling himself. He had been there and seen what they did to their
own children in the name of their gods. He had seen them commit murders there and they should pay for that. They were lawless and below human
really. Even if the message was from the God of Israel Himself, He must have the wrong person in mind for the job. Jonah hated Nineveh and there was
no way he was going there, and even if he did go there, how could he persuade those people to listen to him? He was no great speaker that much was
for sure, and they would likely kill him in broad daylight. He had heard many horror stories from people who had also been there, and if anyone
deserved God’s judgments, it was them.
Deep within himself, Jonah wanted them to die. God was wrong on this matter, he was sure, and Jonah would obey himself. Besides, he couldn’t be
sure if what he had heard was really from God anyway, and what if he was just hearing things? They deserved whatever was coming and Jonah would make
sure that they received no warning from him. He would head in the opposite direction to show God his resolve. That’s how that was going to
He had arrived at Joppa where He found a ship headed for Tarshish. He paid the fair to tag along. It was a merchant ship and was very large. Once
aboard the vessel he felt immediate relief. He felt as though a heavy burden he had been carrying was finally let off his shoulders. He breathed a
sigh of relief. With sweet silence in his head, Jonah found a place to rest along the ship’s hull and some cargo. There, he laid his head down on
his bag and was fast asleep.
Can you see what I’m doing? I’m not listening. I am correct on this matter and you are wrong. Can you hear me? There is no reason to tell
them anything. They will not listen. Jonah was dreaming.
Jonah was awoken suddenly. Some crazy guy was yelling something. The ship was being tossed about. Jonah’s head swam as he tried to comprehend
everything. The ship must have left and was now at sea. Jonah wasn’t sure how long he had slept but he just knew it wasn’t enough. He was so
tired that even these present circumstances should not warrant waking him up. He just wanted to sleep, but the crazy guy was persistent. He was
telling Jonah to wake up and pray with everyone else. The ship slammed against a barrage of roaring waves as it tilted over so far that Jonah thought
they would capsize. He knew this was serious now, and that got him moving.
The man led Jonah to the main cabin where the mariners were assembled, praying to their gods. Jonah had noticed on the way up that most of the cargo
had been thrown overboard. These guys were experienced mariners and for them to be this afraid then there was something terribly wrong. The ship was
taking a beating from the storm, but he had no idea that they could all die tonight.
Jonah sat in the corner of the cabin alone with his thoughts as the ship rocked and turned in the violent sea. He drifted into his little secret
place. This had nothing to do with that voice. This storm was just something that happened. It could’ve happened anytime. I mean, what could
he really do about it now anyway? It just wasn’t his fault, and besides, what if God wanted this ship to sink? How could he stop that? Maybe it
was meant to be. Maybe they would make it after all. Who knows? He settled deeper into his little corner and solidified his resolve. From
within himself he knew that yes, yes he would rather die then to bring them a message. Oh yes he would show God how wrong He was and he would play
this game like a pro. Anyway, who knows how this will turn out? Do what you have to because I’m not listening to You. Do You hear me?
The mariners had stopped praying and started talking amongst themselves now. The storm wasn’t letting up and they knew that it was only a matter of
time. For all their praying not one of their gods would help them. They determined that it must be the fault of someone. They would determine who
it was by casting lots. One of the mariners produced the stones and began calling everyone to the center of the cabin. Jonah heard him and watched
as everyone staggered to the same general location. He grudgingly joined them. He was so tired and his head was throbbing. He wished he could just
run away. Deep down he knew what would happen when they casted lots. Oh, he knew all too well. That doesn’t mean Your right about giving them
a message and it won’t make me go there. Oh, he would show God how wrong He was. This would change nothing.
It was unanimous. It was Jonah! Jonah sat in sheer terror as everyone gazed at him curiously. They were silent for a moment as the ship creaked in
agony against the onslaught of waves ramming into it. The lantern above them swayed and cast eerie shadows all around them. To Jonah, it felt as if
he were spinning. It could not get any worse. One old mariner broke the silence by inquiring of Jonah about where he had come from. Jonah couldn’t
play the game anymore. Jonah broke down in tears. He explained how he was a Hebrew and that he was running from God. Jonah confessed that he was
the reason for the storm and it was because of him that they were all in danger. He told them to throw him into the sea.