Are you in the belly of a fish?

The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: 2 “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.” 3 But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord. (Jonah 1: 1-3, NIV) The instructions were pretty simple. Jonah, go and preach. Yes, the city was wicked. Yes, the city and its residents needed a fresh infusion of Truth, with a side of Mercy. Go and preach. Instead, Jonah runs. Nineveh? No way. Jonah is out as quickly as a boat can take him. Did Jonah really believe he could deceive God? God sends a great wind, and a violent storm erupts at sea. The ship Jonah is hiding in is not at risk of being sunk. Jonah, in his first honest act, tells the ship’s crew he is the reason the storm rages. The crew asks Jonah what they can do to save the ship and their own lives. 2 “Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.” Jonah tells the men to throw him overboard. I wonder if he thought he might drown at sea. Did he hope for his life to end? Was Jonah so unwilling to go to Nineveh that he preferred death? Instead, God sent a huge fish to swallow...

A Jonah Moment

I cringed when someone said, “God is in control,” or “Trust God through this.” He seemed distant. Sure, I believed in Him . . . in my head. My heart, on the other hand, wanted no part in praying without ceasing or embracing a peace that surpassed all understanding. I closed myself to the idea of letting God invade my life. Trust Him? I was more likely to curse God and leave the church. Besides, the longer I waited, the more likely my hardship, which at the time was a breakup, would be . . . permanent. I couldn’t just idly sit and wait for God to drop in and do something. Instead, I took matters into my own hands. # Thirty voicemails later erased any chances of us ever getting back together. For good measure I called one more time and said, “Abs, it’s me. I just want to talk. I left a couple messages earlier, but I wasn’t sure if you got them. So yeah, I know I’ve called a lot, but um. . . I don’t know. Could you just please call? Thanks. Oh and, I won’t call anymore. I’ll just wait for you to call back, unless you don’t. If not then I might call again tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you’re doing well. I miss you.” Abby never called me back after that . . . ever. Surprise right? If only I would have listened. If only I weren’t so set in doing things my way right now. If only I weren’t against letting the Creator of the Universe, speak into this sensitive area of...