<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:34:47.694-06:00</updated><category term='Elohim'/><category term='Hesed'/><category term='Nineveh'/><category term='The Modern Jonah or Wishful Thinking'/><category term='Tarshish'/><category term='Jehovah'/><category term='Yahweh'/><category term='Sheol'/><category term='Assyrians'/><title type='text'>Musings from the Minster</title><subtitle type='html'>Am exploration of the Book of the Prophet Jonah and the layers upon layers it displays for the work of the soul and the journey of faith.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-890672325710497210</id><published>2008-06-11T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:05:23.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Idea's Jonah -- a VeggieTales Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jonahmovie.com/"&gt;&amp;lt;cite&amp;gt;Big Idea's Jonah -- a VeggieTales Movie&amp;lt;/cite&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-890672325710497210?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonahmovie.com/' title='&lt;cite&gt;Big Idea&apos;s Jonah -- a VeggieTales Movie&lt;/cite&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/890672325710497210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=890672325710497210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/890672325710497210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/890672325710497210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-ideas-jonah-veggietales-movie.html' title='&lt;cite&gt;Big Idea&apos;s Jonah -- a VeggieTales Movie&lt;/cite&gt;'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-3841230480948435675</id><published>2007-12-15T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:37:41.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COST OF SIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RVdJAeRzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o0X5W88-GIY/s1600-h/His+Holiness+Pope+Shenouda+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RVdJAeRzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o0X5W88-GIY/s400/His+Holiness+Pope+Shenouda+III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144330633486419762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His Holiness Pope Shenuda III&lt;br /&gt;Head of the Egyptian Coptic Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"How amazing that sin cost Jonah both money and effort; he paid the  fare for the journey to accomplish his sin. As for grace, we obtain it free.  It is amazing that we toil for our own hurt, expending money and effort.  Perhaps it would have been a blessing to Jonah if he had not the money at the  time to help him travel and disobey. When Jonah paid the fare of the ship,  he suffered a double loss. He lost his money, his obedience and purity of  heart."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Jonah&lt;/span&gt;  H H Shenuda III &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-3841230480948435675?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3841230480948435675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=3841230480948435675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3841230480948435675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3841230480948435675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/12/his-holiness-pope-shenuda-iii-head-of.html' title='THE COST OF SIN'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RVdJAeRzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/o0X5W88-GIY/s72-c/His+Holiness+Pope+Shenouda+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-1901041064660985997</id><published>2007-05-22T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:24:43.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Want The Way Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlOgAduHTVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8IOTq63l8p0/s1600-h/arm_plug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067569935560428882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlOgAduHTVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8IOTq63l8p0/s400/arm_plug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Arm-plug" by Philip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Straub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We live in an "instant" culture where everything is expected to be easy, fast, and convenient. The more we have the more we expect. In a never ending cycle we are over-stimulated and over-whelmed with facts figures and fantasies. A teacher of mine, the late Rabbi Edwin Friedman, used to say that in the late 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century, "Data was a form of substance abuse." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What does this have to do with Jonah? The part of the story that everyone remembers is that Jonah is swallowed by a fish/whale. Why? Why did God do this? Why three days? Someone has said that the smelly interior of the fish was Jonah's "timeout room". Time out -- a place to pull yourself together and prepare to take your act on the road. If you never knew that you had a problem (namely yourself) repentance and amendment of life couldn't take place. It is only when Jonah is up to his neck in seaweed and fish juice that he "gets it". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;God created human beings radically free. He wants us to mature. Maturity comes by facing challenge not by plugging into some instant relief.  So life is a laboratory and we do not have to get it right every time but we do have to keep trying.  As the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous puts it, "it's about progress not perfection".  We will not get it right every time but how quickly can we recover and continue on the way.  Such leads to maturity if we are willing to learn from our experience. Such learning can lead to wisdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-1901041064660985997?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1901041064660985997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=1901041064660985997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/1901041064660985997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/1901041064660985997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-want-way-easy.html' title='We Want The Way Easy'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlOgAduHTVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8IOTq63l8p0/s72-c/arm_plug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-61540750700888107</id><published>2007-05-22T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:54:33.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assyrians'/><title type='text'>Nuke'em God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlRqd9uHTWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4G_FLLyKe_c/s1600-h/reckoning_day++Philip+Straub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067792543715380578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlRqd9uHTWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4G_FLLyKe_c/s400/reckoning_day++Philip+Straub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Reckoning Day" Philip Straub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Jonah didn't want Nineveh to repent. In fact he wanted God to destroy the place and indeed the Assyrians had it coming. When he finally arrived on God's errand to preach destruction to the capital of the Assyrian Empire he went a day's journey into the city saying, "Forty days more, and Nineveh shall be overthrown!" I assume that he retreated in like fashion thus spending two days gleefully (I suspect) breaking the good news to the Assyrians. On every corner he memorized the buildings imagining their condition in just over a month. Just how God would accomplish this destruction had not been revealed but fire would be good. Imaging the palaces, temples and grand homes in flames with the very people responsible for the torching of countless homes and cities in the Ancient Near East fleeing in panic was delicious. But it all was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those guilty as sin Assyrians repented, would you believe it? They escaped like cockroaches under a door. For the first time in record a prophet of YHWH was totally successful and Jonah was not pleased with with his sucess. He would have been much happier with Nineveh being Nuked. Fortunately, the God of Israel is not like Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-61540750700888107?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/61540750700888107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=61540750700888107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/61540750700888107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/61540750700888107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/nukeem-god.html' title='Nuke&apos;em God'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlRqd9uHTWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4G_FLLyKe_c/s72-c/reckoning_day++Philip+Straub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6247616700716107179</id><published>2007-05-22T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:50:27.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval  Exegesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlN8s9uHTTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4g9xTC5FJTM/s1600-h/stthomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlN8s9uHTTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4g9xTC5FJTM/s400/stthomas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067531117646007602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saint Thomas Aquinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scholars of the Middle Ages saw Scripture in a four layered interpretation. The &lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/%7Edelahoyd/medieval/exegesis.html"&gt;four senses&lt;/a&gt; of scripture it is sometimes called.  Saint Thomas developed this way of interpretation to a high art. Of late I find that I am going back to the Church Fathers to learn how they handled scripture.  Why?  Because I find the two extremes in the Church at present to be unsatisfying and frankly barren.  Jonah is a good example.  A good literalist would bog down in a discussion as to the type of whale that could have swallowed Jonah (the text clearly has it as a great fish) with speculation of how one could live in the innards of a sea creature and so forth.  On the other end the historical critical method would simply say that the entire book had no historical basis and could safely be dismissed as irrelevant.  A pox on both their schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the link above for an excellent short presentation on another way of looking at, learning from and taking nourishment thereof the Holy Scripture. JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-6247616700716107179?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6247616700716107179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=6247616700716107179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6247616700716107179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6247616700716107179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/midieval-exegesis.html' title='Medieval  Exegesis'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RlN8s9uHTTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4g9xTC5FJTM/s72-c/stthomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5594454502177107137</id><published>2007-05-17T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:58:08.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophet Ynus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rky-2NuHTSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B0ePXXRPFc4/s1600-h/Mosque+of+Prohet+Jnah+Al+Mawsil+Iraq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rky-2NuHTSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B0ePXXRPFc4/s400/Mosque+of+Prohet+Jnah+Al+Mawsil+Iraq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065633519490256162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mosque of the Prophet Jonah -- Al Mawsil, Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jonah is found not only in the Bible but also in the Koran.  It is interesting to compare. Check this link to a &lt;a href="http://www.isidore-of-seville.com/viewer/viewer.html?http://www.playandlearn.org/reader.asp?Type=History&amp;fn=142luxfiathttp://www.playandlearn.org/images/yunus2.jpgluxfiat380luxfiat228"&gt;Muslim education site&lt;/a&gt; that tells the story of the prophet Ynus (as Jonah is known in Arabic). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The three religions of the book who mark Abraham as their spiritual father and remember the same stories as instructional must now graple with what that means.  This is not new territory for Christians and Jews.  In America we have lived together for a very long time.  The history of the two is not one to be proud. Christians have behaved badly.  Now the third point makes a triangle.  This is a new experience for Christians to relate to Muslims at least in Memphis.  There is a lot of ignorance to go around.  We do have some stories in common.  That is a place to start.  It does not mean that the faiths are interchangeable. They are not, anymore than Judaism is with Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5594454502177107137?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5594454502177107137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5594454502177107137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5594454502177107137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5594454502177107137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/prophet-ynus.html' title='The Prophet Ynus'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rky-2NuHTSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B0ePXXRPFc4/s72-c/Mosque+of+Prohet+Jnah+Al+Mawsil+Iraq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-8750188205359045893</id><published>2007-05-16T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:52:21.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Fellowship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rks2htuHTRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jCsRDtfZGUk/s1600-h/Canticle+of+Jonah+Icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rks2htuHTRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jCsRDtfZGUk/s400/Canticle+of+Jonah+Icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065202158744849682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Icon of Jonah Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jonah is one of the stories that Judaism, Christianity and Islam have in common.  I found a fascinating conversation about Jonah in the three traditions.  &lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/journals/ssr/issues/volume3/number1/ssr03-01-e06.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;. It is a bit dense but is a good example of table conversation and study which is a great tradition common to all three religions of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-8750188205359045893?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8750188205359045893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=8750188205359045893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8750188205359045893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8750188205359045893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/table-fellowship.html' title='Table Fellowship'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rks2htuHTRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jCsRDtfZGUk/s72-c/Canticle+of+Jonah+Icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5810232732579197212</id><published>2007-05-14T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:26:33.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Isaac of Nineveh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rkjch9VZVvI/AAAAAAAAALw/CWBlro-GraU/s1600-h/Isaac_of_Syria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064540256936220402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rkjch9VZVvI/AAAAAAAAALw/CWBlro-GraU/s400/Isaac_of_Syria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Icon of Saint Isaac of Nineveh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Words &amp; Prayers of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_of_Nineveh"&gt;St. Isaac the Syrian&lt;/a&gt;, Bishop of Nineveh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be persecuted, but do not persecute others. Be crucified, but do not crucify others. Be slandered, but do not slander others. Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep: such is the sign of purity. Suffer with the sick. Be afflicted with sinners. Exult with those who repent. Be the friend of all, but in your spirit remain alone. Be a partaker of the sufferings of all, but keep your body distant from all. Rebuke no one, revile no one, not even those who live very wickedly. Spread your cloak over those who fall into sin, each and every one, and shield them. And if you cannot take the fault on yourself and accept punishment in their place, do not destroy their character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is a merciful heart? It is a heart on fire for the whole of creation, for humanity, for the birds, for the animals, for demons, and for all that exists. By the recollection of them the eyes of a merciful person pour forth tears in abundance. By the strong and vehement mercy that grips such a person’s heart, and by such great compassion, the heart is humbled and one cannot bear to hear or to see any injury or slight sorrow in any in creation. For this reason, such a person offers up tearful prayer continually even for irrational beasts, for the enemies of the truth, and for those who harm her or him, that they be protected and receive mercy. And in like manner such a person prays for the family of reptiles because of the great compassion that burns with without measure in a heart that is in the likeness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The person who is genuinely charitable not only gives charity out of his own possessions, but gladly tolerates injustice from others and forgives them. Whoever lays down his soul for his brother acts generously, rather than the person who demonstrates his generosity by his gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God is not One who requites evil, but who sets evil right. Paradise is the love of God, wherein is the enjoyment of all blessedness. The person who lives in love reaps the fruit of life from God, and while yet in this world, even now breathes the air of the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In love did God bring the world into existence; in love is God going to bring it to that wondrous transformed state, and in love will the world be swallowed up in the great mystery of the One who has performed all these things; in love will the whole course of the governance of creation be finally comprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Saint Isaac was an Assyrian Christian who died around the year 700 AD. He is remembered best for his writing which is characterized by a sweetness of spirit and extravagant scope for the love required of a Christian. You will note in the text above that even the demons are not exempt from Isaac's concern. He seems to have caught the "mercy bug" from the encounter between YHWH and his bitter prophet Jonah a thousand years earlier near the city where he was bishop for five months. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5810232732579197212?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5810232732579197212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5810232732579197212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5810232732579197212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5810232732579197212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/saint-isaac-of-nineveh.html' title='Saint Isaac of Nineveh'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rkjch9VZVvI/AAAAAAAAALw/CWBlro-GraU/s72-c/Isaac_of_Syria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-7339914633996483787</id><published>2007-05-11T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:44:39.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkTh0dVZVuI/AAAAAAAAALo/E79kKnZVgBQ/s1600-h/239Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkTh0dVZVuI/AAAAAAAAALo/E79kKnZVgBQ/s400/239Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063420172415096546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jonah Reclining beneath the Goard Vine" from the Jonah Marbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clevelandart.org/educef/sisterwendy/tmphtml/1736984.html"&gt;Cleveland Museum of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;By John Piper December 13, 1998 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hosea's father let the boy&lt;br /&gt;Return to Jonah's place. The joy&lt;br /&gt;The lad brought home was so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than he had ever shown before,&lt;br /&gt;His father felt he couldn't hold&lt;br /&gt;Him back. It's good to be consoled,&lt;br /&gt;He thought, by what the prophet speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Since it had only been six weeks&lt;br /&gt;Since Hoshee's mother left them for&lt;br /&gt;Another man. The boy lay on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Of their small house and wept for days,&lt;br /&gt;And then would sit outside, and gaze&lt;br /&gt;Across the Sea of Chinnereth&lt;br /&gt;Into a sorrow worse than death.&lt;br /&gt;That other man had traveled through&lt;br /&gt;Gath-Hepher many times to do&lt;br /&gt;His business on the coast, and then&lt;br /&gt;Return to somewhere eastward, when&lt;br /&gt;His work was done. And he would stay&lt;br /&gt;The night just down the lane, and prey&lt;br /&gt;On women with their water jars,&lt;br /&gt;And leave behind him life-long scars.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day his mom was gone.&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor said, "To see the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Of life and not the sunset of&lt;br /&gt;A tanner's wife." Hosea's love&lt;br /&gt;Was shattered into pieces now,&lt;br /&gt;And Beeri hugged his son, somehow&lt;br /&gt;If possible, to prove that he&lt;br /&gt;Was loved with bonds of loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Beyond his mother's wanderings.&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, there were no common things&lt;br /&gt;That held his interest. But then&lt;br /&gt;He found his way, with older men,&lt;br /&gt;To Jonah's garden on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;And there he heard the stories fill&lt;br /&gt;The prophet's mouth, and tasted grace&lt;br /&gt;Again, and learned that on its face,&lt;br /&gt;It may not be a lovely thing,&lt;br /&gt;Or light, but may oblige the sting&lt;br /&gt;Of death, but in the end is good,&lt;br /&gt;And turns the tendrils into wood.&lt;br /&gt;And if it must, will scorch with fire&lt;br /&gt;The hateful part of our desire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"You said, sir, that if I came back&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you'd take me from the shack&lt;br /&gt;Near Joppa by the sea, and show&lt;br /&gt;Me what God did to make you know&lt;br /&gt;And love his ways. And so I'm back,&lt;br /&gt;And I would love to trace the track&lt;br /&gt;You followed from the fish's mouth&lt;br /&gt;Near Joppa on the beach down south,&lt;br /&gt;To Nineveh, and how you came&lt;br /&gt;Back here a diff'rent man."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 "The fame&lt;br /&gt;That I will have, young man, in years&lt;br /&gt;To come, will not be for my tears&lt;br /&gt;Of sorrow over how much pain&lt;br /&gt;It took to purge the ugly stain&lt;br /&gt;Of hate out of my callous soul.&lt;br /&gt;I am a different man. The bowl&lt;br /&gt;Of wrath I would have poured on that&lt;br /&gt;Great city, God did make a vat&lt;br /&gt;Of boiling mercy for my sin,&lt;br /&gt;And cast me into it. And in&lt;br /&gt;That fierce and cleansing clemency,&lt;br /&gt;At last, did make me feel and see&lt;br /&gt;His ways, which are as high above&lt;br /&gt;My own as is the flying dove&lt;br /&gt;Above the crawling snake. But I,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps like Moses on Mount Nebo high,&lt;br /&gt;Will be remembered for a slow&lt;br /&gt;And stubborn heart, and I will go&lt;br /&gt;Down into history still hard&lt;br /&gt;And murmuring at grace, and marred&lt;br /&gt;With bitterness, in spite of all&lt;br /&gt;God's sweet affliction of my gall."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"What more affliction, Jonah, than&lt;br /&gt;The belly of a fish? No man&lt;br /&gt;Can live after he dies, can he,&lt;br /&gt;And not be purified and free?&lt;br /&gt;God saved you from the death of your&lt;br /&gt;Defiance. Was it not the cure&lt;br /&gt;Of your hostility?" "I said&lt;br /&gt;Last night that, though I once was dead,&lt;br /&gt;And then I lived again, one death&lt;br /&gt;Was not enough. And though my breath,&lt;br /&gt;And everything, was grace, my heart&lt;br /&gt;Was like a stone in that one part&lt;br /&gt;Where should have been a love for the&lt;br /&gt;Assyrians. God had to be,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my enemy again,&lt;br /&gt;And war against my evil when&lt;br /&gt;I got to Nineveh." "But why,&lt;br /&gt;If you were bad, did you comply&lt;br /&gt;When God said go? Was that not good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hosea, doing what you should&lt;br /&gt;Is more than outward form. God sent&lt;br /&gt;Me there to preach, and so I went,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid, this time to run away.&lt;br /&gt;But every time I said, 'The Day&lt;br /&gt;Of God is near, repent,' I thought,&lt;br /&gt;'Almighty God knows why he brought&lt;br /&gt;Me here, and so do I. The Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is slow to anger now. The sword&lt;br /&gt;Will not be drawn. And he is full&lt;br /&gt;Of steadfast love, and makes like wool&lt;br /&gt;The scarlet sin of all he smites&lt;br /&gt;With mercy, even of the Ninevites.'&lt;br /&gt;And that is what he did." "You mean&lt;br /&gt;That they repented, Jonah?" "Clean&lt;br /&gt;From top to bottom: from the slave&lt;br /&gt;Up to the king. They even gave&lt;br /&gt;Their beasts no food, and everyone&lt;br /&gt;Obeyed the king who said, 'Be done&lt;br /&gt;With violence, and cry to God;&lt;br /&gt;He may relent and spare his rod&lt;br /&gt;Of wrath that we might live.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 "You know,&lt;br /&gt;My son, he did just that. And so&lt;br /&gt;The bowl of wrath that I held in&lt;br /&gt;My heart, and ready to begin&lt;br /&gt;The judgment, simmered there, unspent,&lt;br /&gt;With rage that my God should repent,&lt;br /&gt;And even turn on me." "How did&lt;br /&gt;He turn on you?" "I left, and rid&lt;br /&gt;Myself of every residue&lt;br /&gt;Of dust, and waited there to view&lt;br /&gt;From eastern hills what would befall&lt;br /&gt;The city. There God made a tall&lt;br /&gt;And leafy plant grow over me&lt;br /&gt;To give me shade." "And you could see&lt;br /&gt;It grow up in a day?" "It grew&lt;br /&gt;Up in a single night." "Did you&lt;br /&gt;Feel safe?" "About as safe as in&lt;br /&gt;A ship upon a sea of sin,&lt;br /&gt;And bound from Joppa to the west.&lt;br /&gt;It was a poor and fleeting rest.&lt;br /&gt;There are no giant fish outside&lt;br /&gt;Of Nineveh to eat the pride&lt;br /&gt;Of prophets in their ease, but there&lt;br /&gt;Are worms and wind, and when and where&lt;br /&gt;He please, God orders them and makes&lt;br /&gt;Them do his bidding. If he takes&lt;br /&gt;No pleasure in my callous mind&lt;br /&gt;And heart, then there will be assigned&lt;br /&gt;A worm, and so there was, to slay&lt;br /&gt;The leafy plant and take away&lt;br /&gt;My shade. And then he blasted me&lt;br /&gt;With sultry wind until with three&lt;br /&gt;Small words I cursed the brazen sky:&lt;br /&gt;And spoke to heaven, 'Let me die!'&lt;br /&gt;"And God said, 'Jonah, are you mad&lt;br /&gt;About the plant? Do you feel bad&lt;br /&gt;That it is dead? It came up in&lt;br /&gt;A single night, in spite of sin.&lt;br /&gt;You did not labor here, or make&lt;br /&gt;It grow, nor was it for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;But this great city that you hate,&lt;br /&gt;This Nineveh, I did create,&lt;br /&gt;And I have made it grow along&lt;br /&gt;The Tigris River here, and strong,&lt;br /&gt;To do what it was meant to do,&lt;br /&gt;Before there ever was a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;And should I not take pity now&lt;br /&gt;On twelve ten thousands with a vow&lt;br /&gt;To leave their sin, and trust in me?&lt;br /&gt;And if you have no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;For these, perhaps your feeling yields&lt;br /&gt;To all the cattle in the fields.'"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"What happened then?" the boy inquired.&lt;br /&gt;"I sat till forty days expired,&lt;br /&gt;My testing in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;And day by day I watched God bless&lt;br /&gt;A pagan people by his grace.&lt;br /&gt;And every day I touched my face,&lt;br /&gt;And ran my finger on this scar&lt;br /&gt;And felt with shameful fire: how far&lt;br /&gt;I'd fallen from the mercy that&lt;br /&gt;It meant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           And when the days were at&lt;br /&gt;An end, I heard a mighty shout&lt;br /&gt;From in the city gates, and out&lt;br /&gt;They came, ten thousand with the blast&lt;br /&gt;Of trumpets, dancing like a vast&lt;br /&gt;And rolling sea, with branches in&lt;br /&gt;Their hands, and singing how they'd been&lt;br /&gt;Delivered from the wrath to come.&lt;br /&gt;They sang with harp and lyre and drum,&lt;br /&gt;'In darkness for a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;And slaves to violence and fears,&lt;br /&gt;No hope beyond this world of tears,&lt;br /&gt;And then a man of hope appears,&lt;br /&gt;A prophet with a scar-drawn face&lt;br /&gt;A sign of life, and proof of grace.'&lt;br /&gt;They put me on a pallet high&lt;br /&gt;And made procession with a cry:&lt;br /&gt;'The God of Jonah is our God;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Jonah spared the rod;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Jonah rules the sky;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Jonah heard our cry.'&lt;br /&gt;They carried me before the king,&lt;br /&gt;Who bowed to me and said, 'One thing&lt;br /&gt;I wish to say before you leave.'&lt;br /&gt;He lifted up his royal sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;And with his hand he touched my face,&lt;br /&gt;And said, 'I know the price of grace,&lt;br /&gt;And what it cost for you to bring&lt;br /&gt;Salvation to a foreign king.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you may not yet&lt;br /&gt;Love me, I ask that you would let&lt;br /&gt;Me now give thanks for what you are.'&lt;br /&gt;And then he stood, and kissed my scar.&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment, son, when I&lt;br /&gt;Became a different man."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 The sky&lt;br /&gt;Above Gath-Hepher now was spread&lt;br /&gt;With stars, the boy had put his head&lt;br /&gt;In Jonah's lap from weariness.&lt;br /&gt;The prophet lay his hand to bless&lt;br /&gt;The boy. "I'm not asleep," he said.&lt;br /&gt;And when he lifted up his head,&lt;br /&gt;The tears ran down his face. "Someday,"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I want to be the way&lt;br /&gt;You are."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           "I pray, Hosea, when&lt;br /&gt;The day arrives, and you are then&lt;br /&gt;Put to the test, it will not be&lt;br /&gt;As hard and long for you to see&lt;br /&gt;The truth, as it was once for me.&lt;br /&gt;A prophet loves his enemy&lt;br /&gt;Or dies. His life is not his own;&lt;br /&gt;By us the ways of God are known:&lt;br /&gt;With fish and worms and wind and wives&lt;br /&gt;God writes his ways across our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, young man, go home and dwell,&lt;br /&gt;And watch your faithful father well."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now feel the heat of candle three,&lt;br /&gt;And let the brightness help you see&lt;br /&gt;The purifying flame of grace.&lt;br /&gt;And learn again that on its face,&lt;br /&gt;It may not be a lovely thing,&lt;br /&gt;And may oblige the loss and sting&lt;br /&gt;Of death, but in the end is good,&lt;br /&gt;And turns the tendrils into wood,&lt;br /&gt;And if it must, will cut with fire&lt;br /&gt;The hateful part of our desire,&lt;br /&gt;Then put away the white hot blade,&lt;br /&gt;And kiss the wound that it has made.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;© Desiring God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Permissions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; alter the wording in any way, you do not charge a fee beyond the cost of reproduction, and you do not make more than 1,000 physical copies. 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For him, like scales&lt;br /&gt;Fresh falling from his eyes, were all&lt;br /&gt;The words of Jonah's mouth. So small,&lt;br /&gt;He thought, was his young mind that he&lt;br /&gt;Might miss the truth and lose the key&lt;br /&gt;To life. And so, as others sat&lt;br /&gt;In Jonah's fruitful garden at&lt;br /&gt;The prophet's feet, and waited for&lt;br /&gt;His word to fall, this lad was more&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive than them all. "May I&lt;br /&gt;Please ask, sir, that you clarify.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand last night&lt;br /&gt;Quite what you said. I think I might&lt;br /&gt;Have heard you wrong." "How so, young man?"&lt;br /&gt;The prophet asked. "Because, I can&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being swallowed by&lt;br /&gt;A giant fish, and thus to die,&lt;br /&gt;But you said that the mouth of death&lt;br /&gt;Was your escape. And here, with breath&lt;br /&gt;And life, you sit before us now,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand yet, how&lt;br /&gt;It came to be that you could live.&lt;br /&gt;So I would love to hear you give&lt;br /&gt;The story how you got from in&lt;br /&gt;The giant fish's mouth, to win&lt;br /&gt;The men of Nineveh for God."&lt;br /&gt;The prophet smiled, "It does seem odd&lt;br /&gt;That one grave's open mouth should save&lt;br /&gt;Me from another's dread. A wave&lt;br /&gt;To drown would seem a better wish,&lt;br /&gt;Than being eaten by a fish.&lt;br /&gt;And yet the path to life is strange,&lt;br /&gt;And none can know the kind, or range&lt;br /&gt;Of deaths that one must die along&lt;br /&gt;The way that leads to life. The song&lt;br /&gt;That satisfies the human soul,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing tender can console,&lt;br /&gt;Is learned beside the grave, or from&lt;br /&gt;Within. And knowing both, I've come&lt;br /&gt;To see how little difference&lt;br /&gt;There is between the two, and whence&lt;br /&gt;Bewilderment upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;Which has not wept in either place,&lt;br /&gt;Because you are so young. But I&lt;br /&gt;Will try to tell you how the cry&lt;br /&gt;Of my engulfed and dying soul&lt;br /&gt;Was taken, like a burning coal&lt;br /&gt;From off the altar at the seat&lt;br /&gt;Of God, and made into a sweet&lt;br /&gt;Aroma there before his face,&lt;br /&gt;And how it then unleashed a grace&lt;br /&gt;More mighty and more strange&lt;br /&gt;Than you could ever dream: to change&lt;br /&gt;A great man-eating fish, some three&lt;br /&gt;And forty cubits long, to be&lt;br /&gt;A saving sepulchre to me."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"But, Jonah, how did you get free?&lt;br /&gt;You said last night, the mouth of death&lt;br /&gt;Was your escape. But what of breath?&lt;br /&gt;How did you breathe? And you said it&lt;br /&gt;Was three days in the acid pit&lt;br /&gt;Of that great fish, with no light, I&lt;br /&gt;Assume, from sun or moon or by&lt;br /&gt;A manmade lamp. Then how did you&lt;br /&gt;Discern the passing of those few&lt;br /&gt;Dark days, to know that it was three?&lt;br /&gt;How could you live or count or see?&lt;br /&gt;And even know the fish's length?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"Young man, you have a certain strength&lt;br /&gt;Of mind, I think is rare. What is&lt;br /&gt;Your name?" "I'm sorry if I quiz&lt;br /&gt;You disrespectfully. By all&lt;br /&gt;That lies within me, sir, I call&lt;br /&gt;To witness heaven here, that I&lt;br /&gt;Count you, beneath the great blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;The greatest man on earth." "Well, there&lt;br /&gt;Is something greater, son, beware,&lt;br /&gt;Than Jonah in this world. Now what's&lt;br /&gt;Your name?" "My name's Hosea. Lots&lt;br /&gt;Of people call me Hoshee." "What&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer?" "The one I got&lt;br /&gt;When I was born." "Me too. Some day&lt;br /&gt;You're going to fill that name the way&lt;br /&gt;I filled the belly of a fish.&lt;br /&gt;And, O, Hosea, I could wish&lt;br /&gt;That I were there to see the weight&lt;br /&gt;Of love you'll carry in that great&lt;br /&gt;And awful mission you will get."&lt;br /&gt;The old man wasn't smiling. Yet&lt;br /&gt;The boy felt very loved. And then&lt;br /&gt;The prophet said, "Hosea, when&lt;br /&gt;You hear my story now, don't miss&lt;br /&gt;The truth for you in all of this:&lt;br /&gt;A prophet's life is not his own;&lt;br /&gt;Not one thing comes to pass alone&lt;br /&gt;For its own sake, but for the sheep&lt;br /&gt;Of Israel, and all who keep&lt;br /&gt;The covenant. With fish and wives&lt;br /&gt;God writes his ways across our lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"You ask me how I got free from&lt;br /&gt;The fish, and how I knew the sum&lt;br /&gt;Of my three dark and senseless days,&lt;br /&gt;And how I breathed, and did appraise&lt;br /&gt;The length of that great beast. Well, there's&lt;br /&gt;A story here. And many prayers&lt;br /&gt;Did make it marvelous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;Not know how I could breathe the few&lt;br /&gt;Days I was in the fish, except&lt;br /&gt;That once, when I awoke and wept&lt;br /&gt;My prayer of thanks, there was a space&lt;br /&gt;Around my head with air. Just grace,&lt;br /&gt;That's all I know. And then I woke&lt;br /&gt;Again, and all was still. The stroke&lt;br /&gt;Of every slowing pulse-beat gave&lt;br /&gt;The signs that this, my living grave,&lt;br /&gt;Was almost dead. A spasm in&lt;br /&gt;Its throat brought air. And then a thin&lt;br /&gt;Bright line appeared. And everything&lt;br /&gt;Within me lunged. The sudden sting,&lt;br /&gt;As layers of skin peeled off my back&lt;br /&gt;And legs, was hardly felt. The crack&lt;br /&gt;Of light was like a trumpet, or&lt;br /&gt;A bell, or like an unlocked door&lt;br /&gt;From death. And when I lunged, the beast,&lt;br /&gt;In one last dying act, released&lt;br /&gt;His pois'ning prey, and threw me out&lt;br /&gt;On sand. I lay there just about&lt;br /&gt;In reach of its gigantic head,&lt;br /&gt;The largest living thing, now dead,&lt;br /&gt;That I had ever seen. My cheek&lt;br /&gt;Was torn, my skin looked like a freak:&lt;br /&gt;Bleached, peeling, wrinkled, open sores,&lt;br /&gt;And stained with reeking bile, and scores&lt;br /&gt;Of tiny leeches covered me.&lt;br /&gt;"And then a raging thirst, now three&lt;br /&gt;Days deepening, reminded me&lt;br /&gt;That here on land I might yet be&lt;br /&gt;A victim of the sea. The bright&lt;br /&gt;And blazing sun was too much light,&lt;br /&gt;And burned my eyes. But on&lt;br /&gt;The beach, before my mind was gone,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a company of men&lt;br /&gt;And women watching me. And then&lt;br /&gt;With little strength, and in the tongue&lt;br /&gt;Of my dear fatherland, I clung&lt;br /&gt;To life and cried, 'Help me.' But they&lt;br /&gt;Were all afraid. The monster may&lt;br /&gt;Be sleeping, and awake to seize&lt;br /&gt;Them all. But then, as if with ease&lt;br /&gt;And confidence, a single man&lt;br /&gt;Came forth, knelt down, and then began&lt;br /&gt;To give me water from his sack.&lt;br /&gt;He put his arm around my back&lt;br /&gt;To hold me up, so I could drink.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, and then, I think,&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, and tears came to his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He put his arm beneath my thighs,&lt;br /&gt;And picked me up. Without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;He gently carried me around&lt;br /&gt;The crowd, and took me to his place.&lt;br /&gt;And cared for me. He cleaned my face,&lt;br /&gt;And used a kind of meal to take&lt;br /&gt;The leeches off my skin, and make&lt;br /&gt;The blisters heal. And finally,&lt;br /&gt;When days of my insanity&lt;br /&gt;Were passed, the gentle stranger said,&lt;br /&gt;'You have been raised up from the dead.'&lt;br /&gt;"'How do you speak my language?' I&lt;br /&gt;Inquired. 'Because your God Most High&lt;br /&gt;Appointed me for this.' 'Do you&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Yahweh?' 'Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;And may his name be praised in all&lt;br /&gt;The world.' 'How did you come to call&lt;br /&gt;Him Lord? You are a Gentile.' 'You,&lt;br /&gt;A prophet, ask me this? A true&lt;br /&gt;And faithful prophet surely would&lt;br /&gt;Perceive such simple things. And should&lt;br /&gt;Not three days in the bowels of death&lt;br /&gt;Illumine grace, with every breath&lt;br /&gt;A gift? Is this more strange or more&lt;br /&gt;Impossible than that a door&lt;br /&gt;Of faith should be thrown open by&lt;br /&gt;The Lord for Gentiles? Jonah, I&lt;br /&gt;For one, believe God would delight&lt;br /&gt;In setting free a Ninevite.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"I trembled at the words he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;Could there have been a deeper stroke&lt;br /&gt;Against my conscience, raw with guilt?&lt;br /&gt;He may as well have struck and spilt&lt;br /&gt;My blood. 'How do you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you discern my shame?&lt;br /&gt;And whence your knowledge that I spent&lt;br /&gt;Three days in that great fish?' 'You went&lt;br /&gt;From Joppa on a ship which I&lt;br /&gt;Have sailed for many years. And my&lt;br /&gt;Great fortune, this time, was to be&lt;br /&gt;There when they threw you in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you give your life, and then,&lt;br /&gt;I watched your God do what none can,&lt;br /&gt;But the Creator God alone:&lt;br /&gt;The moment you sank like a stone,&lt;br /&gt;The wind and waves were calm. I knelt&lt;br /&gt;Beside the rail and prayed, and felt&lt;br /&gt;The God of heaven lift the guilt&lt;br /&gt;Of all my sin. And there we built&lt;br /&gt;An altar, made a sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;And I do thank you for the price&lt;br /&gt;You paid that I might come to know&lt;br /&gt;Your great and gracious God, although&lt;br /&gt;It was not your design, but His.'"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"Wow," said the lad, "I think that is&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing I ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;So, Jonah, even when you erred,&lt;br /&gt;And had no plan for good at all,&lt;br /&gt;God had a gracious plan to call&lt;br /&gt;A Ninevite and make him free,&lt;br /&gt;Who lived near Joppa by the sea!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;"That's right, Hosea, and I wish&lt;br /&gt;That one death in a giant fish&lt;br /&gt;Were all it took to make me see&lt;br /&gt;And savor what God meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;But sin is deep and I was not&lt;br /&gt;So quick to get what you have got&lt;br /&gt;At once. God make your love to burn&lt;br /&gt;The way I was so slow to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, if you come back,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you from that little shack&lt;br /&gt;Near Joppa by the sea, and show&lt;br /&gt;You what God did to make me know&lt;br /&gt;And love his ways. Till then, good night."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;And now let candle two give light&lt;br /&gt;To this: the path to life is strange,&lt;br /&gt;And none can know the kind, or range&lt;br /&gt;Of deaths that one must die, along&lt;br /&gt;The way that leads to life. The song&lt;br /&gt;That satisfies the human soul,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing tender can console,&lt;br /&gt;Is learned beside the grave, or from&lt;br /&gt;Within. And knowing both, we've come&lt;br /&gt;To see how little difference&lt;br /&gt;There is between the two, and whence&lt;br /&gt;Bewilderment upon the face,&lt;br /&gt;Which has not wept in either place.&lt;br /&gt;But for the rest, the years make plain:&lt;br /&gt;To lose is life, to die is gain.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;hr align="center" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;© Desiring God&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permissions:&lt;/strong&gt; You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; alter the wording in any way, you do not charge a fee beyond the cost of reproduction, and you do not make more than 1,000 physical copies. For web posting, a link to this document on our website is preferred. 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It is another example of the persistence of the story of the reluctant prophet in popular culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yvonne Sherwood has written a fascinating monograph, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A Biblical Text and its Afterlives: The Survival of Jonah in Western Culture. &lt;/span&gt;With a clear relish for her subject she begins with an introduction entitled -- "Marvellous excess and monstrous mutations on dishing up and spinning (out) biblical words." She goes on from there. She traces Jonah's journey not from Joppa to Tarshish, as he intended, but rather a stranger passage from Jewish scripture to Christian sarcophagus via the words of Jesus in the Gospels. Later he enters the backwater of popular myth until he, as Dr. Sherwood put it is, "Jonah on the oncology ward and the beached-up whale carcass; or the strange secular afterlives of biblical texts." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This text with it's counter intuitive message and anti-prophet continues it's life even after the religion it formed and the civilization it informed are forgotten in a post-modern amnesia. But it is to be hoped that perhaps the amnesiac may yet regain memory and faith. I do not lose hope. JWS&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-7481981537255526977?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7481981537255526977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=7481981537255526977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7481981537255526977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7481981537255526977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/abbot-and-costello-have-great-piece-on.html' title='The Persistence of a Fish Tale'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkJJyNVZVpI/AAAAAAAAALA/P7oKlig-lwY/s72-c/kaspen+prague+anagram+two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-8932239533318226566</id><published>2007-05-09T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:24:48.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Modern Jonah or Wishful Thinking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkInNdVZVoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1z6rooc3whk/s1600-h/PSCF12-91DavisFig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062652043284010626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkInNdVZVoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1z6rooc3whk/s400/PSCF12-91DavisFig2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1800's a man named James Bartley claimed to have been a whaleman aboard a British whaleship the "Star of the East". The ship was hunting whales off of South America in 1891 when a sperm whale was spotted. Two whale boats went out to catch the whale. One boat was wrecked by the whale, one sailor drowned and one (Bartley) was lost and could not be found. The second boat killed the whale and towed it to the ship. The next day, when the stomach of the whale was brought up on deck and cut open, Bartley was found inside the stomach of the whale. A bit worse for wear (it was said that his hair was gone and his face and hands were bleached "like parchment"). &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the story, Bartley eventually made a full recovery (although he retained the strange coloring of his skin) and became somewhat of a local celebrity around England. His story was printed in popular accounts and newspapers at the time, and has shown up quite often since then as a tale of the "Modern Jonah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story anyway... how true might it be? Records show that there was a ship called the "Star of the East" that was sailing in the right place at the right time. The only problem is that it was not a whale ship. Checking records of the ship show no one named Bartley on any of the voyages. The wife of the captain (who was on all of the trips the ship took) was interviewed about the incident and said that it did not happen and that Bartley had made up a "fish story".&lt;br /&gt;What we do know is that right about the time that the story of Bartley broke there was a dead whale that had been harpooned near shore and was being exhibited around the coast of England. Skeptics say that Bartley may have made up the whole story to cash in on the publicity generated by the whale exhibit and used an odd skin condition he had as "proof". But it seems that this is about as close as the facts can get us and we will likely never know for sure.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//whale.wheelock.edu/archives/ask05/0007.html"&gt;http://http//whale.wheelock.edu/archives/ask05/0007.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Play In One Scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JONAH -- Did Jonah live for three days inside a fish? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF -- (enters carrying briefcase and books, begins crossing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- (follows carrying books and papers, shouts) Professor&lt;br /&gt;Anderson?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- (stops, turns) Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- (approaches) I've decided what I'm going to write my&lt;br /&gt;dissertation on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Already? I gave you a week to decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Yes. I got an email yesterday that got me interested in&lt;br /&gt;the story of Jonah and the whale. So, I decided that my&lt;br /&gt;dissertation will be titled, "Three ways to live three days in&lt;br /&gt;the belly of a fish".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- That's a very clever title. But...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- This email said that a man was actually swallowed by a&lt;br /&gt;whale and lived to tell about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Yes, well, that may or may not be true, but it sort of&lt;br /&gt;misses the point...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- ...The guy wasn't in the whale's stomach for three whole&lt;br /&gt;whole days, but the incident shows that a man could survive for&lt;br /&gt;several hours. When when they finally rescued him, his hair and&lt;br /&gt;his skin were all bleached from the stomach acid. Can you&lt;br /&gt;believe it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Actually, no, I can't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Well, the email said that the story was verified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Would this story just happen to be about a whaling ship&lt;br /&gt;in the Falkland Islands?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- As a matter of fact, it would. How did...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- ...I researched that story myself. Not a word of it is&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;KATY -- It isn't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- No. It turns out the boat named in the story is a&lt;br /&gt;fishing boat, not a whaler. The ship's crew list never listed&lt;br /&gt;the name of the man who was allegedly involved. The ship's log&lt;br /&gt;never even mentioned the Falkland Islands. And the captain's&lt;br /&gt;widow said her husband never mentioned anything even closely&lt;br /&gt;related such a story. She called it a sea yarn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Oh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- The most unfortunate part about the story is that&lt;br /&gt;Christians have been propagating the story for almost a hundred&lt;br /&gt;years as if it were a fifth gospel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- They said it was verified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- I'm sure they meant well. But, actually, it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;really matter if a man could survive in a fish's belly or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- It doesn't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- No, Jesus made that pretty clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Jesus did? How was Jesus involved?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- In Matthew 12:40, Jesus says "For as Jonah was three&lt;br /&gt;days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of&lt;br /&gt;Man will be three days and three nights in the heart of the&lt;br /&gt;earth."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Oh. You mean Jonah didn't stay alive in the whale. He&lt;br /&gt;was dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- That's the way it looks to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- That kind of makes the story of Jonah all the more&lt;br /&gt;exciting, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Yes. And prophetic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- Prophetic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Yes. In Jonah 2:6, Jonah prays, "...you brought my life&lt;br /&gt;up from the pit, O LORD my God."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- He died and rose again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- Do you still want your dissertation to be called "Three&lt;br /&gt;ways to live three days in the belly of a fish"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- I guess not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PROF -- (turns moves to exit) Well, you still have a week to&lt;br /&gt;decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATY -- (follows) That's too bad I had a really neat design for&lt;br /&gt;a snorkel.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt" align="justify"&gt;©2005 Bob Snook. Conditions for use:&lt;br /&gt;Do not sell any part of this script, even if you rewrite it.&lt;br /&gt;Pay no royalties, even if you make money from performances.&lt;br /&gt;You may reproduce and distribute this script freely,&lt;br /&gt;but all copies must contain this copyright statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fea.net/bobsnook"&gt;http://www.fea.net/bobsnook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:bobsnook@fea.net?subject=stg/ot/jonah2.htm"&gt;mailto:bobsnook@fea.net?subject=stg/ot/jonah2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;The notion that Jonah was resurreced is new to me. That of course would deal with many problems and arguments if that were the case. But for me it holds water in a different way. It is a story, a satire even and the writer is not telling a story of natural history nor is it an episode of Crocodile Hunter. It is a story that tells us about God and our relationship with God. Most everything else is part of the story. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-8932239533318226566?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8932239533318226566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=8932239533318226566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8932239533318226566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8932239533318226566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-late-1800s-man-named-james-bartley.html' title=''/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkInNdVZVoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1z6rooc3whk/s72-c/PSCF12-91DavisFig2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5454524146588625252</id><published>2007-05-09T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:47:52.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><title type='text'>Nineveh That Great City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIdYdVZVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KVPNpYxEMnQ/s1600-h/The+Dying+Lion,+a+stone+panel+from+the+North+Palace+of+Ashurbanipal++Nineveh+645+BC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062641237146293874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIdYdVZVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KVPNpYxEMnQ/s400/The+Dying+Lion,+a+stone+panel+from+the+North+Palace+of+Ashurbanipal++Nineveh+645+BC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Dying Lion" A stone panel from the North Palace of Ashurbanipal, Nineveh 645 BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Iraq War has made household names of cities in the fertile crescent. The ruins ancient Nineveh is near the modern city of &lt;a href="http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/archaeology/sites/middle_east/mosul.html"&gt;Mosul&lt;/a&gt;. Nineveh plays a large role in the Book of Jonah. She is "that great city" whose sin has "come up" to God like a bad smell. Since the livestock windup in the fast someone has called Nineveh the town that was so bad even the cows needed to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Assyrians were skilled at the use of terror as a tool of government. They also displaced peoples from their lands swapping with them with people from other places. This kept things off balance and made control easier. They were famous for their inventive creative cruelty. It is not difficult to understand why Jonah left town on the next ship when the word came. He had a sinking feeling that God might forgive the monsters at Mosul. And God did when the monsters repented. Jonah's worst fears were realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must guard against succumbing to the temptation of trying to use God as a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5454524146588625252?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5454524146588625252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5454524146588625252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5454524146588625252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5454524146588625252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/nineveh-that-great-city.html' title='Nineveh That Great City'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIdYdVZVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KVPNpYxEMnQ/s72-c/The+Dying+Lion,+a+stone+panel+from+the+North+Palace+of+Ashurbanipal++Nineveh+645+BC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-2225791164094326484</id><published>2007-05-09T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:59:36.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy  of Heaven III -- Above Price And Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIRntVZVlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGy_wEGT804/s1600-h/His+Salvation+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062628304999765586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIRntVZVlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGy_wEGT804/s320/His+Salvation+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"His Salvation" Cornelis Monsma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The kingdom of heaven is a strange upside down sort of place where the values we have held are found to be wanting. It reminds of a story, "&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;There once was a rich man who was near death. He was very grieved because he had worked so hard for his money and he wanted to be able to take it with him to heaven. So he began to pray that he might be able to take some of his wealth with him.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Preformatted"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Preformatted"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;An Angel hears his plea and appears to him. "Sorry but you can't take your wealth with you." The man implores the angel to speak to God to see if He might bend the rules.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Preformatted"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;The man continues to pray that his wealth could follow him. The angel reappears and informs the man that God has decided to allow him to take one suitcase with him. Overjoyed, the man gathers his largest suitcase and fills it with pure gold bars and places it beside his bed. Soon afterward the man dies and shows up at the Gates of Heaven to greet St. Peter. St. Peter seeing the suitcase says, "Hold on, you can't bring that in here!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Preformatted"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;But the man explains to St. Peter that he has permission and asks him to verify his story with the Lord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Preformatted"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Sure enough, St. Peter checks and comes back saying, "You're right. You are allowed one carry-on bag, but I'm supposed to check its contents before letting it through.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;St. Peter opens the suitcase to inspect the worldly items that the man found too precious to leave behind and exclaims, "You brought pavement!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;St. Gregory the Great, "The Kingdom of heaven has not price tag on it: It is worth as much as you have. For Zacchaeus it was worth half of what he owned, because the other half that he had unjustly pocketed he promised to restore fourfold. [Luke 19:8] For Peter and Andrew it was worth the nets and vessel they had left behind; for the widow it was worth two copper coins; [Mark12:42] for another it was worth a cup of cold water [Matthew 10:42] So as we have said, the kingdom of heaven is worth as much as you have." &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forty Gospel Homilies &lt;/span&gt;5:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it is. We are wise to give up those things we cannot keep in order to gain that which we cannot lose. JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-2225791164094326484?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2225791164094326484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=2225791164094326484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2225791164094326484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2225791164094326484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/economy-of-heaven-iii-above-price-and.html' title='Economy  of Heaven III -- Above Price And Free'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RkIRntVZVlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZGy_wEGT804/s72-c/His+Salvation+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5631630994763336638</id><published>2007-05-04T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:47:25.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much More --    Economy of Heaven II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjtwndVZViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i9qZWgjArLM/s1600-h/Heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjtwndVZViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i9qZWgjArLM/s320/Heights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060762429472462370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Burst Into Jubilant Song"  Cornelis Monsma 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The economy of the earth bis based on scarcity. The less there is of something the greater its value. As some wit has put it the world also has a golden rule, "Those who have the gold make the rules!"  We learn early to sing the litany of scarcity, "There's not enough! There's not enough, There's not enugh!"  The game, deadly serious, but a game nevertheless is to get ahead -- to accumulate in order to be somebody -- a player even.   We must or we will finsh our course with nothing and therefore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so with the economy of God. The economy of God is based, not on scarcity, but rather on abundance, even super abundance, as it is written, “give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For the measure you give will be the measure you get back." (Luke 6.38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a persistent theme in the Gospels where Jesus says to his listeners that if you being evil (imperfect - fallible)  know how to give good things to your children &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;how much more&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;will your heavenly father give you the Holy Spirit if you ask Him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is the too good to be true words of the Kingdom.  You are this and that. And if you can manage to pull yourself together and do this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;will God do because He is God -- The Hesed (loving kindness) of God is made new every morning.  This is the God that called Jonah. This is the God who Jonah had a sinking feeling that given the slightest opportunity would forgive the folks at Nineveh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just as the Assyrians had a reputation for outrageous cruelty, causing Yonah to want to see them destroyed, the author presents YHVH as having a reputation for outlandish mercy, which w0uld result in grace being shown even to Nineveh: "...for I know that you are a gracious God and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and ready to relent from punishing." (4:2) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Introduction to Hebrew Bible: A Guided Tour of Israel's Sacred Library -- &lt;/span&gt;James E. Bowley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Jonah ran away. He didn't want to be a party to such reckless forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5631630994763336638?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5631630994763336638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5631630994763336638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5631630994763336638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5631630994763336638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-much-more-economy-of-heaven-ii.html' title='How Much More --    Economy of Heaven II'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjtwndVZViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i9qZWgjArLM/s72-c/Heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-229814841427086394</id><published>2007-04-28T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:02:00.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><title type='text'>Economy of Heaven I -- It's A Gift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjuZdtVZVjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5ZyTreX9U4/s1600-h/River+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060807341945476658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjuZdtVZVjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5ZyTreX9U4/s320/River+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The River" Cornelis Monsma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A long passage from Lewis Hyde's book illustrates the contradiction of cultures in the first encounter between the first nations and the English in North America. &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;"When the Puritans first landed in Massachusetts, they discovered a thing so curious about the Indians’ feelings for property that they felt called upon to give it a name. In 1764, when Thomas Hutchinson wrote his history of the colony, the term was already an old saying: “An Indian gift,” he told his readers, “is a proverbial expression signifying a present for which an equivalent return is expected.” We still use this, of course, and in an even broader sense, calling that friend an Indian giver who is so uncivilized as to ask us to return a gift he has given. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Imagine a scent. An Englishman comes into an Indian lodge, and his hosts, wishing to make their guest feel welcome, as him to share a pipe of Tobacco. Craved from a soft red stone, the pipe itself is a peace offering that has traditionally circulated among the local tribes, staying in each lodge for a time but always given away again sooner or later. And so the Indians, as only polite among their people, give the pipe to theirs guest when he leaves. The English man is ticked tickled. What a nice thing to send back to the British Museum! He takes it home and sets it on the mantelpiece. A time passes and the leaders of a neighboring tribe come to visit the colonists’ home. To his surprise he finds his guests have some expectation in regard to his pipe, and his translator finally explains to him that if he wishes to show his goodwill he should offer them a smoke and give them the pipe. In consternation the Englishman invents a phrase to describe these people with such a limited sense of private property. The opposite of “Indian giver” would be something like “white man keeper” (or maybe “capitalist”), that is, a person whose instinct to remove property from circulation, to put it in a warehouse or museum (or, more to the point for capitalism, to lay it aside to be used for production). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The Indian giver (or the original one, at any rate) understood a cardinal property of the gift: whatever we have been given is supposed to be given away again, not kept. Or, if it is kept, something of similar value should move on in its stead, the way a billiard ball may stop when it sends another scurrying across the felt, its momentum transferred. You may keep your Christmas present, but it ceases to be a gift in the true sense unless you have given something else away. As it is passed long, the gift may be given back to the original donor, but this is not essential. In fact, it is better if the gift is not returned but is given instead to some new, third party. The only essential is this: &lt;i&gt;the gift must always move. &lt;/i&gt;There are other forms of property that stand still, that mark a boundary or resist momentum, but the gift keeps moving.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE GIFT: IMAGINATION AND THE EROTIC LIFE OF PROPERTY &lt;/i&gt;Lewis Hyde pg. 4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;The loving kindness (Hesed) of God is based on gift not commodity. This is a the core of the Book of Jonah. It appears that the flight of Jonah is based on Jonah's fear that the "Hesed/mercy" of God would be such that indeed God would forgive Nineveh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-229814841427086394?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/229814841427086394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=229814841427086394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/229814841427086394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/229814841427086394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/economy-of-heaven-i-its-gift.html' title='Economy of Heaven I -- It&apos;s A Gift!'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjuZdtVZVjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/i5ZyTreX9U4/s72-c/River+Cornelis+Monsma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4163343125816035710</id><published>2007-04-25T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:53:27.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Mother of Your Fear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri-te9VZVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J44em9u7X4k/s1600-h/Grendel%27s+momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057451653932340594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri-te9VZVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J44em9u7X4k/s320/Grendel%27s+momma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;David Whyte in his book, &lt;i&gt;The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America&lt;/i&gt; sees Beowulf as a story of the descent beneath the waters of the unconscious. “The early English teller of &lt;i&gt;Beowulf&lt;/i&gt; asked his listeners to drop beneath the surface of their daily existence, where the rational mind continually prays for dry feet. Since that time the physical details of life may have changed. The elemental motifs have not. He was a prince and warrior who did not make his home in any one kingdom, but went offering his services to foreign kings for that same mixture of personal honor, self-education, prestige, and personal gain that motivates his modern consultative counterpart.” (pg. 36) When the monster comes again – he kills him. “The problem, it seems, has been solved in one swift movement. But that night, as Beowulf sleeps with his men in a different hall, something &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; comes from the swamp to Herot, fights off the best warriors, and retreats with its human victim. Grendel’s &lt;i&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;. The message in this portion of the poem is unsparing. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;It is not the thing you fear that you must deal with, it is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; of the thing you fear. The very thing that has given birth to the nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;” (pg. 38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? You might ask are you talking about Beowulf in a blog devoted to Jonah the truant prophet? A good question. In both stories there is a going below the waters to face an ordeal. I return again and again to the passage I quote above. It is not just the thing we fear but the mother of the thing we fear -- to fear that we will not be enough in this life and then not to be at all afterwards is the mother of the fear of inadequacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The only real question is not one of winning or losing, but of experiencing life with an ever increasing depth. Go down into the lake consciously, like Beowulf."(pg.71) Poor Jonah he couldn't even jump into the sea himself he had to wait until the frightened sailors would do it for him. Even then he was passive. Not to choose is a kind of inane choice. JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4163343125816035710?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4163343125816035710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=4163343125816035710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4163343125816035710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4163343125816035710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-mother-of-your-fear.html' title='It&apos;s the Mother of Your Fear!'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri-te9VZVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J44em9u7X4k/s72-c/Grendel%27s+momma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-8001823438973065819</id><published>2007-04-25T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:04:33.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri9O_tVZVVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/86kdpq-uedM/s1600-h/jonah+digital+illustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri9O_tVZVVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/86kdpq-uedM/s320/jonah+digital+illustration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057347762968417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jonah" Digital Illustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Jonah’s prayer in the fish tells us something of the way in which he views his own situation. The central topic is the sticky situation in which he finds himself. In the narrator’s text it had already become clear that he is in the less than fresh-smelling innards of a fish, and now Jonah himself indicates his physical situation at that moment. He is struggling for breath and so calls to YHWH (2.3b) and shouts for help (2.3d). Jonah is afraid of death, as attested by the weakness of his breathing (2.8a), his presence in Sheol (2.3d) the depths (2.6b) or the pit (2.7c). In particular the many &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lexeme"&gt;lexemes&lt;/a&gt; that point to sensory perceptions make his situation graphically imaginable to the reader.”  &lt;i&gt;[Inner World: A Cognitive Linguistic Approach to the Book of Jonah&lt;/i&gt;  -- Albert Kamp pg . 133 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Metaphorically this area is also the seat of the emotions.  Jonah who has fled from the presence of the LORD and may have also have fled from the presence of himself is caught. He is in the place of digestion -- and now he finds his voice.  When we find our voice it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; to hear what we have to tell ourselves and God. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-8001823438973065819?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/8001823438973065819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=8001823438973065819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8001823438973065819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/8001823438973065819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-here.html' title='You Are Here!'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri9O_tVZVVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/86kdpq-uedM/s72-c/jonah+digital+illustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4029415347164850570</id><published>2007-04-24T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:06:59.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah as Parable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6NZBtQUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pyfz6PLMNmM/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali+1964-1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057134892678140594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6NZBtQUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pyfz6PLMNmM/s320/Salvador+Dali+1964-1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salvador Dali "Jonah" 1964-1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“The different ways of story – This basic typology can be summarized like this: Myth establishes world. Apologue defends world. Action investigates world. Satire attacks world. Parable subverts world.” [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Interval: Toward A Theology of Story,&lt;/span&gt; John Dominic Crossan pg. 42]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The world of the Old Testament is formed in the mythic stories of the &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanakh"&gt;Tanakh&lt;/a&gt;. Genesis describes creation as a good thing – the origins of sin – the calling of Abraham and his descendants as a chosen people. Exodus continues the saga of the children of Israel as they leave Egypt bound for the Promised Land. These are the myths of the Bible.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They tell those who claim them who they are. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the dangers of myths for those who live them is the distortion of the wear and tear of life.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the case of the chosen they moved from chosenness (to be the instruments of blessing for all people) to specialness and privilege. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jonah serves as a parable, a tale of subversion, critiquing the sense of privilege that had accrued like barnacles on the myth of Israel. God is concerned for all people even; it turns out, the folks of Nineveh. In addition God cares about the welfare of the cattle, which seems a bit odd to our ear, but much in line with the Creator of the Cosmos who found creation good very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It also speaks to the growing greening of theology in the twenty-first century.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4029415347164850570?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4029415347164850570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=4029415347164850570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4029415347164850570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4029415347164850570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/jonah-as-parable.html' title='Jonah as Parable'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6NZBtQUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Pyfz6PLMNmM/s72-c/Salvador+Dali+1964-1967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5920446689463180469</id><published>2007-04-23T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:27:11.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarshish'/><title type='text'>Wherever You Go There You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6U5BtQUwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uqJDcHHSTSs/s1600-h/Map+Jonah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057143139015348994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6U5BtQUwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uqJDcHHSTSs/s400/Map+Jonah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the word of the LORD came to Jonah telling him to go and preach at Nineveh he went rather down to Joppa and took passage on a ship bound for Tarshish. The map above of the Mediterranean Sea shows the cities in question. Jonah is told to go East and he went West in the opposite direction to flee the presence of the LORD. The direction is literally from East to West on the map but it is also psychologically true as well. The sun rises in the East and thus the East is the direction of enlightenment. The sun sets in the West and the West is the direction of unconsciousness. Not only does Jonah wish to get away physically but psychically as well. Of course this is not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back in the 1980's a little known science fiction movie was released &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;entitled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Adventures of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckaroo_Banzai"&gt;Buckaroo Banzai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Across the Eighth Dimension. It has since achieved a cult following. The title character a physicist/rock and roll musician had a favorite expression that also achieved a cult following, "Wherever you go there you are." Having a firm grip on the obvious may be the safest way deal with life. We can run, but we can't hide -- not from God -- not even from ourselves. We may have a terminal case of denial but eventually some symptom, ours or some one nearby will serve to remind us that denial is not just a river in Egypt. We like Jonah may sleep the sleep of the profoundly depressed but there is always a captain eventually to wake us to the storm about to swamp the ship. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5920446689463180469?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5920446689463180469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5920446689463180469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5920446689463180469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5920446689463180469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/wherever-you-go-there-you-are.html' title='Wherever You Go There You Are'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6U5BtQUwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uqJDcHHSTSs/s72-c/Map+Jonah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-584921056350021088</id><published>2007-04-23T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:21:36.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Zone of Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri0qLhtQUoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6A93Qfd6phQ/s1600-h/Jona+at+Neneveh+--+Ulrich+Leive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056744334122046082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri0qLhtQUoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6A93Qfd6phQ/s320/Jona+at+Neneveh+--+Ulrich+Leive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jona at Nineveh -- Ulrich Leive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“A monastic community becomes a heaven not because its theory and structures are correct and its personnel are perfect, but because it is a zone of mercy. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_of_Clairvaux"&gt;Bernard’s&lt;/a&gt; [of Clairvaux) view, spiritual life begins with self-knowledge, progresses via compassion or empathy, and finds its completion in the self-forgetfulness of contemplation.” &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reflections On The Beliefs and Values Of The Rule Of Saint Benedict Michael Casey, Monk of Tarrawarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it was Flannery O'Connor that once said, "if the Church is not a divine institution it will turn into an Elk's Club." The Church always has social club tendencies. At our worst we have social club tendencies with a curious and truly destructive penchant for accounting and keeping score. All too often the righteousness in the Church is self-righteousness and such is not righteous at all. What all sinners need is mercy and it behoves those in household of faith not to forget how it was before we entered the door of baptism. Repentance is always in order. If nothing else we should repent of our righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Repentance and forgiveness are the great themes of the Book of Jonah. Jonah runs from the presence of the LORD, he claims, because he had a sinking feeling that the LORD just might forgive the folks of Nineveh and Jonah was not in a forgiving mood. Whether Jonah ever "gets it" when God asks the final question is not recorded.  JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;["On the Jewish Day of Atonement, Jonah is read in its entirety at the afternoon service after the Torah, since "The story of Jonah epitomizes the power of repentance, and serves to reassure the worshipers that God's arm is extended to receive them." &lt;em&gt;Jonah's Journeys --&lt;/em&gt; Barbara Green -- Editor pg. 131]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-584921056350021088?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/584921056350021088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=584921056350021088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/584921056350021088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/584921056350021088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/zone-of-mercy.html' title='A Zone of Mercy'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri0qLhtQUoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6A93Qfd6phQ/s72-c/Jona+at+Neneveh+--+Ulrich+Leive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-107596113867654635</id><published>2007-04-21T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:19:37.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O Taste And See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RirKxRtQUnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eIGNWYy6cbU/s1600-h/Icon+of+Origen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056076479592419954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RirKxRtQUnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eIGNWYy6cbU/s200/Icon+of+Origen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Icon of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Origen"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of the most original thinkers the church has ever produced. The Church at Alexandria approached the study and interpretation of scripture in a sophisticated nuanced way which may be helpful in looking at Jonah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt; and the Alexandrian School saw the Bible in an metaphorical way. There were layers upon layers to be teased out by careful and close reading. It may have been in Egypt that the whole formal discipline of Biblical interpretation began. The &lt;em&gt;Interfaces &lt;/em&gt;volume on Jonah lays out this way of thinking. There are three levels of meaning in scripture. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Jonah's Journeys: Interfaces -- &lt;/em&gt;Barbara Green, Editor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first level of meaning he (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt;) called the &lt;em&gt;literal &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;historical&lt;/em&gt;, comprising, beside events, data like geography and botany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another level was called the &lt;em&gt;moral, &lt;/em&gt;and comes closer to what we would likely call psychological or ethical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A third crucial level was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Origen&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;em&gt;allegorical or spiritual. &lt;/em&gt;It is from this level, accessed ordinarily via the first two, that the divine mysteries about God and human beings becomes available to those able to attend to them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As people of faith we do not read scripture just academically. We read it to encounter the risen Christ. "When Scripture is read allegorically, the Scripture reader's soul 'makes room' for the reception of the powerful knowledge of spiritual realities needed for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;transformative&lt;/span&gt; fashioning of his or her soul. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Figural Reading And The Fashioning of Identity -- &lt;/em&gt;John David Dawson pg. 61]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Psalm 34 comes to mind particularly the eighth verse, "O taste and see that the Lord is good..." From very early the Church said and sang this verse on the way to communion. To hear the word but also to consume it is to integrate the resurrection perhaps into the very cellular structure of one's body. Conversion is at a very deep level and it requires that we, like Jonah, go (often thrown overboard) into the waters that we may plumb the depths of our souls thereby meeting the Holy One who created us. O taste and see that the Lord is good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-107596113867654635?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/107596113867654635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=107596113867654635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/107596113867654635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/107596113867654635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-taste-and-see.html' title='O Taste And See'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RirKxRtQUnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eIGNWYy6cbU/s72-c/Icon+of+Origen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-7047818202487822531</id><published>2007-04-21T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:52:56.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Up For Roll Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiqRBhtQUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMDkwl7o4iE/s1600-h/Georges+de+La+Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056012987090883154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiqRBhtQUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMDkwl7o4iE/s320/Georges+de+La+Tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Samuel Awaking Eli" Georges de La Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Someone (perhaps Woody Allen) has said that a high percentage of life (90% or so) is "showing up." While life is indeed more complicated than that it is worthy of all to be received that without showing up not much gets done. There is an interesting pattern in the Old Testament where God calls and the person addressed says, "here am I." It seems more or less at first examination a simple matter of good manners. But then good manners and good theology often come from the same place. We find no such manners in the Book of the Prophet Jonah. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai… but Jonah does not answer. Rather he runs away from the presence of the Lord. Where else do we find this but in Genesis when The Lord came down to walk in Eden at the cool time in the late afternoon and as he walked he called to Adam and Eve but they hid and said nothing ashamed of their nakedness.&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: justify;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Contrast this with Abraham who when God spoke always replied, “Here am I.” The word is &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hineni.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[“In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; the Hebrew Bible the call of God and the answer hineni constitute moments of particular dramatic significance. Hineni is a performative utterance, as much as 'I promise' and 'I bless'. By saying hineni the speaker accepts responsibility for himself and for whatever task God may impose upon him. Adam and Jonah, quite simply, refuse to say hineni.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pg. 172 &lt;i&gt;The Book of God: A Response To The Bible, &lt;/i&gt;by Gabriel Josipoci]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Josipoci continues, "...after three days and three nights in the fish's belly, Jonah discovers that this is not where he wants to be...he suddenly finds it in himself to give voice; he calls out to God and God responds.&lt;br /&gt;That there is not escape from dialogue is recognized by all those who are called by God: Noah, Abrahan, Moses, Samuel, Isaiah, Jeremiah. When God first calls them their response is usually: 'Please, leave me alone. I don't want to speak to you. I'm not worth. I can't do it. Try someone else.' Nevertheless, they answer, and God strengthens them, telling them he will always be with them. [pg. 171]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God, who the psalmist says is closer than hands and feet, is always more ready to respond than we to call. We not only are willful in our mute response but we also must learn to know the word of the Lord when we hear it. The story of the boy Samuel comes to mind -- (I Samuel 3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="cc"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;Now the boy Samuel was ministering to the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; under Eli. The word of the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; was rare in those days; visions were not widespread. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="vv"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; At that time Eli, whose eyesight had begun to grow dim so that he could not see, was lying down in his room; &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;the lamp of God had not yet gone out, and Samuel was lying down in the temple of the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, where the ark of God was. &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Then the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; called, ‘Samuel! Samuel!’&lt;sup&gt;  &lt;/sup&gt;and he said, ‘Here I am!’ &lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;and ran to Eli, and said, ‘Here I am, for you called me.’ But he said, ‘I did not call; lie down again.’ So he went and lay down. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;The &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; called again, ‘Samuel!’ Samuel got up and went to Eli, and said, ‘Here I am, for you called me.’ But he said, ‘I did not call, my son; lie down again.’ &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Now Samuel did not yet know the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, and the word of the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; had not yet been revealed to him. &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;The &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; called Samuel again, a third time. And he got up and went to Eli, and said, ‘Here I am, for you called me.’ Then Eli perceived that the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; was calling the boy. &lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore Eli said to Samuel, ‘Go, lie down; and if he calls you, you shall say, “Speak, &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, for your servant is listening.”&lt;span class="thinspace"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;’ So Samuel went and lay down in his place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="vv"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Now the &lt;span class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; came and stood there, calling as before, ‘Samuel! Samuel!’ And Samuel said, ‘Speak, for your servant is listening.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Learning to listen and then to answer is a move in the right direction. It requires that we learn to quiet our minds so as to get the background static down to the point that we can hear the still small voice of the Holy One. Then we face the consequences of what to do with the call. And we are all called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-7047818202487822531?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7047818202487822531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7047818202487822531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/showing-up-for-roll-call.html' title='Showing Up For Roll Call'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiqRBhtQUlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iMDkwl7o4iE/s72-c/Georges+de+La+Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6134340888212381504</id><published>2007-04-18T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:45:20.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah Marbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiZmGnO0ibI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rXrpn4KZWVM/s1600-h/1965_237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiZmGnO0ibI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rXrpn4KZWVM/s320/1965_237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054839895566354866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clevelandart.org/educef/sisterwendy/tmphtml/9267650.html"&gt;Cleveland Museum of Art &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing art from the ancient world.  Four of the pieces are from the Jonah story and one  is the Good Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-6134340888212381504?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6134340888212381504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6134340888212381504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/jonah-marbles.html' title='Jonah Marbles'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiZmGnO0ibI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rXrpn4KZWVM/s72-c/1965_237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4290406201260949157</id><published>2007-04-17T20:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:16:52.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE JONAH POEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RikOfxtQUgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc26Wnpyh20/s1600-h/Jonah+--+Philip+Ratner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055587995781976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RikOfxtQUgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc26Wnpyh20/s320/Jonah+--+Philip+Ratner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jonah" Philip Ratner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,160);font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,160)"&gt;by Keith Schlegel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,160)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(64,0,64)"&gt;"Your Code Name is Jonah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after the “choose your own adventure” book by Edward Packard)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jonah (he said): Your nose knows just the touch of stench;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands see not;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes draw the darkness;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth can neither feed nor smoke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. Listen. I,&lt;br /&gt;Jahwe,&lt;br /&gt;Speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come, come—&lt;br /&gt;Nineveh waits, in a whale of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Spain’s wattles are not for you, no how,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does your Seiko say?&lt;br /&gt;Can your digits tell&lt;br /&gt;Big hands from little hands?&lt;br /&gt;It’s time… it’s time…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my ocean, my whales swim minnow-small;&lt;br /&gt;Yet all—all&lt;br /&gt;Is prepared. I know I’ll change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Change yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think. One hundred twenty thousand and&lt;br /&gt;Cattle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jonah (I say): Arise and go now.&lt;br /&gt;Look through the mouth of day.&lt;br /&gt;Meet, greet the dawn down.&lt;br /&gt;Wake in his wake.&lt;br /&gt;Rise-up sweet slug-a-bed&lt;br /&gt;Plant your pity; give your forty days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’re my type, and&lt;br /&gt;I’m behind you all the way,&lt;br /&gt;Jonah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(From &lt;em&gt;Nightsun&lt;/em&gt; #2, 1982)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(64,0,64)"&gt;"Jonah in the Soup"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m in for it now.&lt;br /&gt;This stilling of the water is for the sailors’ sake,&lt;br /&gt;Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;And they are, within my hearing, whimpering still&lt;br /&gt;Their fear, their thanks, their promises.&lt;br /&gt;And here I wait, upon the Lord’s petulant sea.&lt;br /&gt;I told them to throw me over.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how might I have known before&lt;br /&gt;What even now, after this sign, is uncertain?&lt;br /&gt;If every man followed every sign every time&lt;br /&gt;And if all voice-like sounds we hear&lt;br /&gt;Or think we hear&lt;br /&gt;We obeyed, then&lt;br /&gt;How should we be men at all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was asleep earlier. . .&lt;br /&gt;I mean no disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I have vagrant thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, am I a bird, a beast, a fish&lt;br /&gt;To jerk to impulse not my own?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And say I knew, I really knew, what then?&lt;br /&gt;I have no skill in speaking,&lt;br /&gt;And Nineveh from what I’ve heard, is no Gomorrah,&lt;br /&gt;And He’s relented before, with Isaac,&lt;br /&gt;And there are&lt;br /&gt;Others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hst! What’s that? a certain whoosh,&lt;br /&gt;A wave slapping my ear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sudden shadow in the form of a shape advances.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in for it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(From &lt;em&gt;Nightsun&lt;/em&gt; #3, 1983)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(64,0,64)"&gt;"Jonah in Nineveh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For long days, hot among the ashes&lt;br /&gt;In which they sat, I walked.&lt;br /&gt;They burned, of course, and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;Fair, if effects be chained.&lt;br /&gt;Worth it, if justice is final,&lt;br /&gt;Confirming consequence from cause.&lt;br /&gt;Fair if the predictable,&lt;br /&gt;Just is the certain,&lt;br /&gt;When we know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“The End is Near,” I cried,&lt;br /&gt;Until the syllables grew hoarse,&lt;br /&gt;My soles blistered,&lt;br /&gt;And the straps of the sandwich boards&lt;br /&gt;Cut my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;So what if they fasted, and wept, and prayed?&lt;br /&gt;Too little, too late.&lt;br /&gt;Should a three-day fast abolish&lt;br /&gt;Decades of excess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why I fled before:&lt;br /&gt;That fate not be fickle and that I&lt;br /&gt;Not burn like this.&lt;br /&gt;I sought a bower&lt;br /&gt;Bereft of promised ill,&lt;br /&gt;Your promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let me die, ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;Made a liar by your lies.&lt;br /&gt;You repent your revelation; let me&lt;br /&gt;Repent my repentance, and theirs.&lt;br /&gt;You changed your changeless mind!&lt;br /&gt;(No, but as nature and this city grow, pity grew.&lt;br /&gt;Limitless pity makes all large and new.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4290406201260949157?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4290406201260949157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=4290406201260949157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4290406201260949157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4290406201260949157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-am-i.html' title='THREE JONAH POEMS'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RikOfxtQUgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gc26Wnpyh20/s72-c/Jonah+--+Philip+Ratner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4908524686829780006</id><published>2007-04-17T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:35:00.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days And Three Nights -- From Abstract to Concrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiV5Vmx1S4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TyMJ9Ob8WO4/s1600-h/In+The+Beginning+++1993+Kim+Jae+Im,+Korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054579568887024514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiV5Vmx1S4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TyMJ9Ob8WO4/s320/In+The+Beginning+++1993+Kim+Jae+Im,+Korea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "In The Beginning" 1993 Kim Jae Im -- Korea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I find the following discussion of the three days and nights fascinating. In all the reading I have done on Jonah and the sign of Jonah this breaks new ground. I quote this to add to the conversation of any who reads this blog. More after you read. JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"In the creation narrative things take three days to emerge from ideal existence to activity, from natural habitat to habitation by its inhabitant, so to speak. Thus, light is spoken forth on the first day (Gen 1:3-5) but does not become active until the fourth, through the creation of the luminaries (vv.14-19). The precondition of the winged creatures' appearance on the fifth day (vv. 20-21) is the stretching out of the firmament on day two (vv. 6-8). And, to complete the double and parallel triad, the dry land (day three, vv. 9-10) awaits its quadripeds and bipeds on the sixthe (vv.24-25). In short, for all creatures to emerge in days four through six, there is a requisite three-day hatching or incubation period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One can detect a distant but eery parallel in Jonah's own "incubation," if that is the right term. One might say that Jonah's three days in the belly of the fish is nothing short of an emergence from darkness (the ship's hold) and watery chaos (shades of Genesis 1:2) and return to dry land." &lt;em&gt;The Honeymoon Is Over: Jonah's Argument with God --&lt;/em&gt; T. A. Perry pg. 216&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The "Sign of Jonah" that Jesus promises in Matthew takes on a crisp crackle in my ear when I pass it by the notion of Dr. Perry. The movement from Ideal existence to activity, from theory if you will to practice. Jesus couldn't have known for sure, in his humanity, what would happen on the other side of his cry, "it is finished!" What was finished could have been a wonderful but naive notion of a better world or his last breath or just one more entry into Sheol the place of the silent dead. However, three days is the time to get it right from the drawing boards to the showroom and into the&lt;br /&gt;street. "Why are you seeking the living among the dead?" A good question that we&lt;br /&gt;should perhaps answer. The sign of Jonah indeed! JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4908524686829780006?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4908524686829780006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=4908524686829780006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4908524686829780006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4908524686829780006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-days-and-three-nights-from.html' title='Three Days And Three Nights -- From Abstract to Concrete'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiV5Vmx1S4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TyMJ9Ob8WO4/s72-c/In+The+Beginning+++1993+Kim+Jae+Im,+Korea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-1124401901843841102</id><published>2007-04-16T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:18:49.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Belched Back Like A Word To Grace Us All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiOhnmx1S0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fok3ScN0WI4/s1600-h/logorrheic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054060908636359490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiOhnmx1S0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fok3ScN0WI4/s320/logorrheic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In my beginning was the memory, somehow&lt;br /&gt;contradicting Jonah, that essential babe&lt;br /&gt;of unbaptised digestion, being a nugget&lt;br /&gt;to call pity on Jerusalem and on Nature, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have his travels in the snare so widely&lt;br /&gt;ruminated,---of how he stuck there, was reformed,&lt;br /&gt;forgiven, also--&lt;br /&gt;and belched back like a word to grace us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no settling tank in God. It must be borne&lt;br /&gt;that even His bowels are too delicate to board&lt;br /&gt;a sniping thief that has a pious beard.&lt;br /&gt;We must hail back the lamb that went unsheared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sweet deep whale as ever reamed the sky&lt;br /&gt;with high white gulfs of vapor, castigate&lt;br /&gt;our sins, but be hospitable as Hell.&lt;br /&gt;And keep me to the death like ambergris,&lt;br /&gt;sealed up, and unforgiven in my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hart Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crane catches the image -- the "going down" like unto baptism. The image of death by drowning is clear in the baptismal liturgy. The collect at the end of the prayer for the candidates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Grant, O Lord, that all who are baptized into the death of Jesus Christ your Son may live in the power of his resurrection and look for him to come again in glory; who lives and reigns now and for ever." &lt;em&gt;Amen.   --  B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ook of Common Prayer pg. 306 JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-1124401901843841102?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/1124401901843841102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=1124401901843841102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/1124401901843841102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/1124401901843841102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-belched-back-like-word-to-grace-us.html' title='...and Belched Back Like A Word To Grace Us All'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiOhnmx1S0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fok3ScN0WI4/s72-c/logorrheic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-3376665788659390807</id><published>2007-04-15T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:07:59.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let Us Mark Well This Story: It Is A True Pattern Of Our Estate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL8HGx1SzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ev735Wm8qPU/s1600-h/Albert+Pinkham+Ryder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053878930872027954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL8HGx1SzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ev735Wm8qPU/s320/Albert+Pinkham+Ryder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Albert Pinkham Ryder ca. 1885&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who hath not heard the story of Jonas? Jonas was in the whale's belly: the place was very dark: the waves beat on every side: he was drowned, yet touched no water; he was swallowed up, yet not consumed; he lived without any sense of life; the fish was death, the sea was death, and the tempest was death; yet he died not; but lived in the midst of death, he could not see, he could not hear, he knew not to whom he might call for help; he was taken and carried away, he knew not whither. Let us mark well this story: it is a true pattern of our estate, and sheweth what our Life is in this world. (John Jewel, Bishop of Salisbury -- from his &lt;em&gt;A Treatise of the Holy Scriptures 1570)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-3376665788659390807?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3376665788659390807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=3376665788659390807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3376665788659390807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3376665788659390807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-us-mark-well-this-story-it-is-true.html' title='&quot;Let Us Mark Well This Story: It Is A True Pattern Of Our Estate'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL8HGx1SzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ev735Wm8qPU/s72-c/Albert+Pinkham+Ryder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-3930312122384159730</id><published>2007-04-15T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:41:30.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Noble Thing Is That Canticle In The Fish's Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL6Imx1SyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dqs8lD1sR9s/s1600-h/MICHELANGELO+Buonarroti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053876757618576162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL6Imx1SyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dqs8lD1sR9s/s320/MICHELANGELO+Buonarroti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Jonah" -- Sistine Chapel --  by Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Shipmates, this book, containing only four chapters -- four yarns -- is one of the smallest strands in the mighty cable of the Scriptures. Yet what depths of the soul Jonah's deep sealine sound! What a pregnant lesson to us is this prophet! What a noble thing is that canticle in the fish's belly! How billow-like and boisterously grand! We feel the bloods surging over us, we sound with him to the kelpy bottom of the waters, sea-weed and all the slime of the sea is about us! But &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; is this lesson that the book ob Jonah teaches? Shipmates, it is a two-stranded lesson; a lesson to us all sinful men, and a lesson to me as a pilot of the living God." (Father Mapple, in Hermann Melville's &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-3930312122384159730?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/3930312122384159730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=3930312122384159730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3930312122384159730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3930312122384159730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-noble-thing-is-that-canticle-in.html' title='What A Noble Thing Is That Canticle In The Fish&apos;s Belly'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiL6Imx1SyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dqs8lD1sR9s/s72-c/MICHELANGELO+Buonarroti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6869053135995652075</id><published>2007-04-03T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:13:45.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Design And  Disorder: The Dance of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh5rAGx1SrI/AAAAAAAAADc/0eypdFjaVbw/s1600-h/Jonah+in+the+Whale.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052593481520073394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh5rAGx1SrI/AAAAAAAAADc/0eypdFjaVbw/s320/Jonah+in+the+Whale.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Humans are created free. Freedom is not an illusion. Choices freely made have real and lasting consequences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God has made humanity free -- really free -- free to chose relationship with God and also free to reject intimacy with the creator. Jonah is free. He takes steps to leave the presence of the Lord. Of course he encounters God's design. In four chapters we see played out the basic theme of the Bible. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“The depth with which human nature is imagined in the Bible is a function of its being conceived as caught in the powerful interplay of this double dialectic between design and disorder, providence and freedom.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The various biblical narratives in fact may be usefully seen as forming a spectrum between the opposing extremes of disorder and design.” &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pg. 33 -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Art of Biblical Narrative -- &lt;/i&gt;Robert Alter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“The Bible tells a story of an event between &lt;i&gt;persons&lt;/i&gt;, divine and human. The mark of a person, divine or human, is to be free.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is the moral or dramatic fabric of the biblical drama.” -- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pg. 31 &lt;i&gt;The Comedy of Revelation: Paradise Lost and Regained in Biblical Narrative – &lt;/i&gt;Francesca Aran Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-6869053135995652075?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6869053135995652075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6869053135995652075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/design-and-disorder-dance-of-freedom.html' title='Design And  Disorder: The Dance of Freedom'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh5rAGx1SrI/AAAAAAAAADc/0eypdFjaVbw/s72-c/Jonah+in+the+Whale.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-3215627909755536243</id><published>2007-04-03T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:38:13.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jehovah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahweh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elohim'/><title type='text'>On The Names Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6RuxtQUuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8mNAne8HjVE/s1600-h/Jonah+--+David+Coker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6RuxtQUuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8mNAne8HjVE/s320/Jonah+--+David+Coker.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057139664386806498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6Q1BtQUtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6pyvMyv9kbk/s1600-h/Jonah+--+David+Coker.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jonah in the Fish" -- David Coker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhfuFUEb-LI/AAAAAAAAADM/jsUIAyftPpQ/s1600-h/04003_christ_pantokrator_coptic_icon_dr_isaac_fanous_319x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhfuFUEb-LI/AAAAAAAAADM/jsUIAyftPpQ/s1600-h/04003_christ_pantokrator_coptic_icon_dr_isaac_fanous_319x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was weaned on the King James Version of the Bible (and the language thereof still doth fill my heart and lips upon occasion) and was taught to call God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetragrammaton"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jehovah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; which is a good Old Testament sounding name. During my early days at Seminary imagine my naive surprise when I attended chapel and someone read a lesson from scripture that called God -- Yahweh. "What," I thought. But I learned. Actually I learned a lot that my Sunday school over looked namely that God had a few names in Genesis and the other Books of Moses. One writer used Yahweh (or in King James Jehovah). Another writer used Elohim which is actually plural. In addition they are sometimes used together. We find this in Jonah. JWS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The name Lord (YaHWeH) is used 22 times. God (Elohim or El once) 13 times, and the combination Lord God 4 times for a total of 39 references in 48 What do we make of the patterns of these names? What do they say about God? Scholars have as many opinions as&lt;br /&gt;there are scholars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"However one, Jonathan Magonet has suggested an explanation that is simple and compelling. When the narrator is speaking of divine punishing action, the narrator uses the more general, Elohim or God. ... however, where the emphasis in on divine grace, mercy, and care, the more personal designation Yahweh again appears. The compound form Yahweh Eolhim (Lord God) in 4:6 makes the transition." [JONAH A Commentary pg. 45 -- Limberg]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Again we find and layer upon layer. Jonah is brief in length but not in depth. Like Jonah we go down to the deep and find ourselves, if we dare, and having met ourselves we are found by God in all the complexity, fierce beauty, judgment and grace of the divine presence. JWS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-3215627909755536243?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3215627909755536243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/3215627909755536243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-names-of-god.html' title='On The Names Of God'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Ri6RuxtQUuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8mNAne8HjVE/s72-c/Jonah+--+David+Coker.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-2423909191281891688</id><published>2007-03-31T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:14:45.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah's  Ordeal As Type Of The Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rg6J8frEd8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hE6Ke1iTtJs/s1600-h/PC-Jonah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123904716208066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rg6J8frEd8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hE6Ke1iTtJs/s320/PC-Jonah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It likely comes as a surprise to Christians of the Twenty-first Century that Christians of the early Church used Jonah as one of the primary symbols of the resurrection. The image of Jonah and the great fish is very common among burial effigies. Jonah's three days and nights in belly of the great fish and Jesus' burial in the earth for three days caught the imagination of the early church. Above is a third century carving from a Christian tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The literature of the early Church chose Jonah as a "type" of one who escapes from hell portrayed as escaping from a gaping mouth of a fish/cave. The carving above is from a third Century sarcophagus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-2423909191281891688?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2423909191281891688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=2423909191281891688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2423909191281891688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2423909191281891688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/jonahs-ordeal-as-type-of-resurrection.html' title='Jonah&apos;s  Ordeal As Type Of The Resurrection'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rg6J8frEd8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hE6Ke1iTtJs/s72-c/PC-Jonah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-507471420445200394</id><published>2007-03-30T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:07:26.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Man's Jazz Offering in Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/users/fgurakid/profile.php?om_"&gt;http://www.tv.com/users/fgurakid/profile.php?om_&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, we have started preparing for the play we're going to do:&lt;br /&gt;Jonah Man Jazz! It's a Jazz and we just started the first song. It's based on the Bible story of Jonah, whom God chose to send a message to the sinning people of the city, Ninevah. He refused, went on a ship and sailed away. God saw it and caused a storm. The sailors on the ship drew lots and found Jonah to be jinxed. They threw him overboard where he was swallowed by a whale. After three days in the belly of the whale, it spat him out on the shores of Ninevha, where Jonah carried out his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninevah city was a city of sin&lt;br /&gt;The jazzin' and the jivin' made a terrible din&lt;br /&gt;Beat groups playin'! O rock and roll!&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord when He heard it&lt;br /&gt;Said: "Bless my Soul!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;Danced night and day&lt;br /&gt;No time for work&lt;br /&gt;No time to pray&lt;br /&gt;They went on dancing&lt;br /&gt;By day and by night&lt;br /&gt;Till the Lord he said:&lt;br /&gt;"Well this ain't right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord He pondered&lt;br /&gt;A subtle plan&lt;br /&gt;He looked around&lt;br /&gt;For a righteous man&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jonah sittin''&lt;br /&gt;Neath a pineapple tree&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord He said"&lt;br /&gt;That's the man for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A righteous man that I can trust&lt;br /&gt;To raise this city&lt;br /&gt;From out the dust&lt;br /&gt;The Man that's sitting&lt;br /&gt;'Neath the pineapple tree,&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain sure, sure, sure.....&lt;br /&gt;Is the man for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please wish me luck so I get a good part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-507471420445200394?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/507471420445200394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=507471420445200394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/507471420445200394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/507471420445200394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/young-mans-jazz-offering-in-chicago.html' title='Young Man&apos;s Jazz Offering in Chicago'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6605847695354506396</id><published>2007-03-30T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:59:50.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elohim'/><title type='text'>The Storm: Telling Stories in Circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh_zWWx1SvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OpbkjalaX5s/s1600-h/northpolesunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053024872330250994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh_zWWx1SvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OpbkjalaX5s/s320/northpolesunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A chiasm is a literary form common in the ancient world. The writer of the Book of Jonah employs this device in Chapter Two to tell the story of the storm and how Jonah comes to be overboard. A &lt;a href="http://www.hccentral.com/gkeys/chiasm.html"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;chiasm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;works toward an idea and works back on the other side reinforcing the ideas arriving back at the beginning with a nod to the beginning idea. "A chiasm is a structuring device that inverts the ordering or words". &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;[from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Thinking In Circles: An Essay On Ring Composition --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mary Douglas A brilliant little book published by Yale Press in 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;A The Lord (Elohim) hurls storm (1:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;B Sailors pray, act (1:5ab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;C Jonah acts (lies down, sleeps; 1:5c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;D Captain, sailors question Jonah (1:6-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;E. Jonah speaks (1:9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;D' Sailors question Jonah (1:10-11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;C' Jonah speaks ("hurl me"; 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;B' Sailors act, pray (1:13-14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;A' Sailors hurl Jonah, storm ends (1:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Conclusion (1:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah: A Commentary&lt;/em&gt; by James Limburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A Chiasm can be as simple as the passage in Jonah Chapter One or as complicated as James Joyce in Finnegan's Wake. The Book of Leviticus in the Old Testament is a Chiasm -- as Mary Douglas makes a compelling case in the book cited above. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-6605847695354506396?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6605847695354506396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=6605847695354506396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6605847695354506396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6605847695354506396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/storm-telling-stories-in-circles.html' title='The Storm: Telling Stories in Circles'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/Rh_zWWx1SvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OpbkjalaX5s/s72-c/northpolesunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5053273538520720241</id><published>2007-03-24T09:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:36:27.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing Passivity -- Unsurpassable Irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhMNH0Eb-JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/69kOeMix9LQ/s1600-h/1965_237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049394035099957394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhMNH0Eb-JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/69kOeMix9LQ/s320/1965_237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the "Jonah Marbles" Cleveland Museum of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Literature is full of discussions of Jonah. Here is an excerpt from an essay by George Orwell entitled, &lt;em&gt;Inside the Whale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"In Max and the White Phagocytes there is one of those revealing passages in which a writer tells you a great deal about himself while talking about somebody else. The book includes a long essay on the diaries of Anais Nin, which I have never read, except for a few fragments, and which I believe have not been published. Miller claims that they are the only true feminine writing that has ever appeared, whatever that may mean. But the interesting passage is one in which he compares Anais Nin—evidently a completely subjective, introverted writer—to Jonah in the whale’s belly. In passing he refers to an essay that Aldous Huxley wrote some years ago about El Greco’s picture, The Dream of Philip the Second. Huxley remarks that the people in El Greco’s pictures always look as though they were in the bellies of whales, and professes to find something peculiarly horrible in the idea of being in a ‘visceral prison’. Miller retorts that, on the contrary, there are many worse things than being swallowed by whales, and the passage makes it dear that he himself finds the idea rather attractive. Here he is touching upon what is probably a very widespread fantasy. It is perhaps worth noticing that everyone, at least every English-speaking person, invariably speaks of Jonah and the whale. Of course the creature that swallowed Jonah was a fish, and was so described in the Bible (Jonah i. 17), but children naturally confuse it with a whale, and this fragment of baby-talk is habitually carried into later life—a sign, perhaps, of the hold that the Jonah myth has upon our imaginations. For the fact is that being inside a whale is a very comfortable, cosy, homelike thought. The historical Jonah, if he can be so called, was glad enough to escape, but in imagination, in day-dream, countless people have envied him. It is, of course, quite obvious why. The whale’s belly is simply a womb big enough for an adult. There you are, in the dark, cushioned space that exactly fits you, with yards of blubber between yourself and reality, able to keep up an attitude of the completest indifference, no matter what happens. A storm that would sink all the battleships in the world would hardly reach you as an echo. Even the whale’s own movements would probably be imperceptible to you. He might be wallowing among the surface waves or shooting down into the blackness of the middle seas (a mile deep, according to Herman Melville), but you would never notice the difference. Short of being dead, it is the final, unsurpassable stage of irresponsibility. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netcharles.com/orwell/essays/inside-the-whale3.htm"&gt;ww.netcharles.com/orwell/essays/inside-the-whale3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5053273538520720241?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5053273538520720241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5053273538520720241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/wallowing-passivity-unsurpassable.html' title='Wallowing Passivity -- Unsurpassable Irresponsibility'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhMNH0Eb-JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/69kOeMix9LQ/s72-c/1965_237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-2689152561893027650</id><published>2007-03-24T09:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:10:16.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><title type='text'>The Sign of Jonah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgWuUvqnSFI/AAAAAAAAACk/so9q4nWORUU/s1600-h/Lifeline+Jonah+--+Wayne+Forte,+2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045630628954327122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgWuUvqnSFI/AAAAAAAAACk/so9q4nWORUU/s320/Lifeline+Jonah+--+Wayne+Forte,+2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lifeline Jonah" Wayne Forte 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew 12:38-42 38 Then some of the scribes and Pharisees said to him, "Teacher, we wish to see a sign from you." 39 But he answered them, "An evil and adulterous generation seeks for a sign; but no sign shall be given to it except the sign of the prophet Jonah. 40For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the whale, so will the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth. 41The men of Nineveh will arise at the judgment with this generation and condemn it; for the repented at the preaching of Jonah, and behold, something greater than Jonah is here. 32 The queen of the South will arise at the judgment with this generation and condemn it; for she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon, and behold, something greater than Solomon is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;p&gt;Differences between Jonah and Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrysostom.org/"&gt;Chrysostom&lt;/a&gt;: "For Jonah was a servant, but I am the Master; and he came forth from the great fish, but I rose from death. He proclaimed destruction, but I rose from death. He proclaimed destruction, but I am come preaching the good tidings of the kingdom. The Ninevites indeed believed without a sign, but I have exhibited many signs. They heard nothing more than those worlds, but I have made it impossible to deny the truth. The Ninevites came to be ministered to, but I, the very Master and Lord of all, have come not threatening, not demanding an account, but bringing pardon. They were barbarians, but these -- the faithful -- have conversed with unnumbered prophets. And of Jonah nothing had been prophesied in advance, but of me everything was foretold, and all the facts have agreed with their words. And Jonah indeed, when he was to go forth, instead ran away that he m;giht not be ridiculed. but I , knowing that I am both to be crucified and mocked, have come nonetheless. While Jonah did not endure so much as to be reproached for those who were saved, I underwent even death, and that the most shameful death, and after this I sent others again. And Jonah was a strange sort of person and an alien to the Ninevites, and unknown; but I a kinsman after the flesh and of the same forefathers." The Gospel of Matthew, Homily 43.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three has always been considered a mystical, magical number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is also the number of the superlative (as in good, better, best). In the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanakh"&gt;TANAKH&lt;/a&gt; three days are sometimes required to complete a journey. In Hosea three days is the length of time required for divine salvation/restoration: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come, let us turn back to the Lord:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He attacked, and He can heal us;&lt;br /&gt;He wounded, and He can bind us up.&lt;br /&gt;In two days He will make us whole again;&lt;br /&gt;One the third day He will raise us up,&lt;br /&gt;And we shall be whole by His favor. Hosea 6:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiveness In A Wounded World: Jonah’s Dilemma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Howe Gaines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-2689152561893027650?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/2689152561893027650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=2689152561893027650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2689152561893027650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2689152561893027650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/sign-of-jonah.html' title='The Sign of Jonah'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgWuUvqnSFI/AAAAAAAAACk/so9q4nWORUU/s72-c/Lifeline+Jonah+--+Wayne+Forte,+2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4387965817042707115</id><published>2007-03-23T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:43:41.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139:1-12 God is Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjFFP9VZVZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AnovoKZbe7E/s1600-h/Jonah+in+the+Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjFFP9VZVZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AnovoKZbe7E/s320/Jonah+in+the+Whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057899996978435474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonah in the Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RiZElnO0iaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ggaE_JIXT5I/s1600-h/jonahandthewhale.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="601"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top" width="95%"&gt;O L&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, thou hast searched me, and known &lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;thou understandest my thought afar off.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;Thou compassest my path and my lying down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;and art acquainted &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; all my ways.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;For &lt;i&gt;there is&lt;/i&gt; not a word in my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;but,&lt;/i&gt; lo, O L&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, thou knowest it altogether.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;Thou hast beset me behind and before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;and laid thine hand upon me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Such&lt;/i&gt; knowledge &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; too wonderful for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;it is high, I cannot &lt;i&gt;attain&lt;/i&gt; unto it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;Whither shall I go from thy Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;If I ascend up into heaven, thou &lt;i&gt;art&lt;/i&gt; there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou &lt;i&gt;art there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If&lt;/i&gt; I take the wings of the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;even there shall thy hand lead me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;and thy right hand shall hold me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;even the night shall be light about me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the night is as bright as the day;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; darkness and light to you are both alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A psalm of comfort and accountability!  It is a good vehicle of worship while reading Jonah. We are all called to leave the comfort of our parochial vision and like the pioneers of our faith Abraham and Jesus follow the call of God wherever we are to go.  JWS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4387965817042707115?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4387965817042707115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4387965817042707115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/psalm-1391-12-god-is-everywhere.html' title='Psalm 139:1-12 God is Everywhere'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjFFP9VZVZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AnovoKZbe7E/s72-c/Jonah+in+the+Whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6865324776121465416</id><published>2007-03-23T10:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:00:19.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinocchio And Jonah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjkJ19VZVfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x3FtsfNsjoA/s1600-h/jonah-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjkJ19VZVfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x3FtsfNsjoA/s320/jonah-wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060086478929483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinocchio and Jonah met in the Square,&lt;br /&gt;They both were complaining, “It just isn’t fair,&lt;br /&gt;That both our Creators would show little justice,&lt;br /&gt;By treating us both like two little puppets." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For God had a job for Jonah to do,&lt;br /&gt;But he wouldn’t do it and said he was through,&lt;br /&gt;Having strings being pulled both this way and that,&lt;br /&gt;So he jumped on a ship like a spoiled little brat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinocchio wanted to be a small boy,&lt;br /&gt;But Geppetto was pulling his strings like a toy,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of obeying, he tried to rebel,&lt;br /&gt;But his nose started growing and people could tell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They both ended up in the guts of a whale,&lt;br /&gt;And all they could do was tread water and bail,&lt;br /&gt;And think how they struggled when God tried to teach,&lt;br /&gt;Until they were finally tossed onto a beach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let’s listen real well as we hear this sad tale,&lt;br /&gt;Of Pinocchio, Jonah and Mostro the whale,&lt;br /&gt;And learn a great lesson, to do as we should,&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are a person or made out of wood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;David Ronald Bruce Pekru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-6865324776121465416?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/6865324776121465416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=6865324776121465416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6865324776121465416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/6865324776121465416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/pinocchio-and-jonah.html' title='Pinocchio And Jonah'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RjkJ19VZVfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x3FtsfNsjoA/s72-c/jonah-wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-4019737638747612554</id><published>2007-03-23T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:33:48.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah -- Fish Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQOk_qnSBI/AAAAAAAAACE/PN7Dv7bSv1k/s1600-h/Jonah+and+the+whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045173511290046482" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQOk_qnSBI/AAAAAAAAACE/PN7Dv7bSv1k/s200/Jonah+and+the+whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JONAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cream of phosphorescent light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Floats on the wash that to and fro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slides round his feet – enough to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many a pendulous stalactite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of naked mucus, whorls and wreaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And huge festoons of mottled tripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And smaller palpitating pipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Through which a yeasty liquor seethes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seated upon the convex mounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of one vast kidney, Jonah prays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And sings his canticles and hymns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Making the hollow vault resound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God’s goodness and mysterious ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till the great fish spouts music as he swims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;This is one of my favorite Jonah poems. Huxley paints a vivid viseral word picture and almost gets ones gag reflect going. It's can't have been fun being in fish school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-4019737638747612554?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/4019737638747612554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=4019737638747612554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4019737638747612554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/4019737638747612554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/jonah-fish-academy.html' title='Jonah -- Fish Academy'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQOk_qnSBI/AAAAAAAAACE/PN7Dv7bSv1k/s72-c/Jonah+and+the+whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-6846613070288485317</id><published>2007-03-22T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:27:22.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarshish'/><title type='text'>A Question Followed By A Long Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhMNhEEb-KI/AAAAAAAAADE/KjIkSkIPmEI/s1600-h/1965_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049394468891654306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RhMNhEEb-KI/AAAAAAAAADE/KjIkSkIPmEI/s320/1965_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jonah standing in the "orans" (prayer) position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cleveland Museum of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How to end a conversation about Jonah is perplexing. God poses a question to Jonah, a question of forgiveness -- loving kindness [Hesed]. Jonah's reply is unrecorded. This is a useful device by the author since the question is for us and Jonah's answer would have perhaps gotten in our way. Then I found a poem by John Piper on the Internet that purveyor of nearly all things. He imagines a older, wiser and gentler Jonah and I, like the young fellow in Jonah's home town, call on Jonah to tell his own story. It is his after all. JWS+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonah, Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3.75pt" align="center"&gt;By John Piper November 29, 1998 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" width="100%" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The son of Amittai was old,&lt;br /&gt;And his gray-bearded face was fold&lt;br /&gt;On fold of furrows, from his brow&lt;br /&gt;Down to his neck, as if a plow&lt;br /&gt;Had carved and harrowed in his skin&lt;br /&gt;(Like conscience in the quest for sin)&lt;br /&gt;The lines of seven decades, but&lt;br /&gt;For one long, smooth and vivid cut&lt;br /&gt;Across his cheek, the famous scar,&lt;br /&gt;That others might have thought would mar&lt;br /&gt;Their countenance, but Jonah wore&lt;br /&gt;With quiet modesty, and bore&lt;br /&gt;As if it were a sign of grace,&lt;br /&gt;From lip to ear across his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now forty years had passed since he&lt;br /&gt;Had left Gath-Hepher, near the sea&lt;br /&gt;Of Chinnereth, and then returned,&lt;br /&gt;A different man. Once he had burned&lt;br /&gt;With fire and jealousy, because&lt;br /&gt;The word of God and all His laws&lt;br /&gt;Blazed like an all-consuming flame&lt;br /&gt;Of holy fury for the name&lt;br /&gt;Of Israel's God within his soul.&lt;br /&gt;Thus he had spoken of the bowl&lt;br /&gt;Of burning wrath that God had stored&lt;br /&gt;For Nineveh, and would be poured&lt;br /&gt;Someday, upon that wicked place,&lt;br /&gt;To wipe out the Assyrian race.&lt;br /&gt;But when the son of Amittai&lt;br /&gt;Came home from Nineveh, the cry&lt;br /&gt;Of his disfigured lips was not&lt;br /&gt;The same. The fire was just as hot,&lt;br /&gt;But now it seemed to melt instead&lt;br /&gt;Of boil, and burn a glowing red,&lt;br /&gt;Like coals beneath a crucible,&lt;br /&gt;To make the gold more beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At seventy he was a kind&lt;br /&gt;Of legend in the land. Behind&lt;br /&gt;The furrowed face and silver beard,&lt;br /&gt;And lacerated lips, appeared&lt;br /&gt;A man whose eyes were softer than&lt;br /&gt;The feathers of a dove, a man&lt;br /&gt;Whose heart seemed large enough for all&lt;br /&gt;The world, whose patience bore the gall&lt;br /&gt;Of brazen youth, and whose sweet tongue&lt;br /&gt;Gave songs to those who'd never sung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And almost every evening when&lt;br /&gt;The sun went down, the bold young men,&lt;br /&gt;With dreams of speaking mightily&lt;br /&gt;For God, the sons of prophecy,&lt;br /&gt;Whose fathers knew Elisha, and&lt;br /&gt;Sat daily at his feet — this band&lt;br /&gt;Would gather in the garden of&lt;br /&gt;The one they called "the wounded dove,"&lt;br /&gt;This Jonah, son of Amittai,&lt;br /&gt;And they would ask him questions, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;And "How?" and "What?" and "When?" and "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;And he would lean back in his chair,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes stare a long time toward&lt;br /&gt;The Western Sea, as if the Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had wisdom stored in some deep place&lt;br /&gt;About the treasures of his grace,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the bounds of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;And then, as if he heard a bell&lt;br /&gt;To bring him back, the prophet would&lt;br /&gt;Take every question that he could,&lt;br /&gt;And tell them what he'd learned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This night a daring lad, who spurned&lt;br /&gt;The usual decorum, raised&lt;br /&gt;His hand and said, "The Lord be praised,&lt;br /&gt;Good master, for the wisdom He&lt;br /&gt;Has given you. May I please be&lt;br /&gt;Permitted one small question here&lt;br /&gt;Before my elder brothers steer&lt;br /&gt;Us into deeper things?" The old&lt;br /&gt;Man smiled with tenderness, "Be bold&lt;br /&gt;Young man, perhaps the thing&lt;br /&gt;That you consider small will bring&lt;br /&gt;To light more truth than you expect.&lt;br /&gt;Great things are often the effect&lt;br /&gt;Of little cause: the leaves that hide&lt;br /&gt;The key to life are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By breezes you can scarcely feel,&lt;br /&gt;And yet all heaven may reveal.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we learn not more but less,&lt;br /&gt;By crafting questions to impress.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, young man, you may indeed&lt;br /&gt;Ask your small question here." "I plead&lt;br /&gt;Your pardon sir, if it seem trite:&lt;br /&gt;Would you recount for us the fight,&lt;br /&gt;When you received that scar across&lt;br /&gt;Your face?" The men were at a loss&lt;br /&gt;For what to say at this, and shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Did he not know that Jonah's pocked&lt;br /&gt;And scar-drawn face was not the yield&lt;br /&gt;Of triumph on a battlefield?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But Jonah, feeling for the boy,&lt;br /&gt;Replied, as if it were his joy&lt;br /&gt;To willingly recount the deed:&lt;br /&gt;"My lad, it was a fight indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But not the kind you might have thought.&lt;br /&gt;Some forty years ago I fought&lt;br /&gt;A fearsome foe — a foe that none&lt;br /&gt;Should ever fight at all, for one&lt;br /&gt;Can never win, nor ever does&lt;br /&gt;One have just cause, nor ever was&lt;br /&gt;A fault found in this foe, or chink&lt;br /&gt;In his bright armor. If you think&lt;br /&gt;My scar was given by some dread&lt;br /&gt;And awful enemy, who fled&lt;br /&gt;Defeated at my prophecy,&lt;br /&gt;You see a truth, but partially:&lt;br /&gt;The enemy awakened dread,&lt;br /&gt;It's true, but 'twas not he that fled."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The lad then said to Jonah, "How,&lt;br /&gt;Can such an enemy allow&lt;br /&gt;That you should live, if he is right,&lt;br /&gt;And cannot lose, and yet, despite&lt;br /&gt;All this, you fought?" "Well," Jonah said,&lt;br /&gt;"Because this enemy of dread&lt;br /&gt;And might did not count me his foe,&lt;br /&gt;Nor seek to take my life, although&lt;br /&gt;His blows were no less sharp than had&lt;br /&gt;He meant to kill." "But why," the lad&lt;br /&gt;Asked, with bewilderment, "Why would&lt;br /&gt;You fight, if he is always good,&lt;br /&gt;And did not count you as his foe?&lt;br /&gt;Was it because you didn't know?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The son of Amittai sat still&lt;br /&gt;And silent in the garden, till&lt;br /&gt;The tears rolled down his furrowed face&lt;br /&gt;From all the memories of fear and grace.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew," he said. "I knew that he&lt;br /&gt;Was good. And that he did not see&lt;br /&gt;Me as his enemy. But when&lt;br /&gt;Unholy hatred rises, then&lt;br /&gt;A man must either die beneath&lt;br /&gt;The weight of conscience and the teeth&lt;br /&gt;Of truth, or by some fatal act&lt;br /&gt;Of treason, sign a deadly pact&lt;br /&gt;With blind absurdity, and make&lt;br /&gt;A foe out of his God, and take&lt;br /&gt;The wings of feigned escape to fly&lt;br /&gt;As far from God as such a lie&lt;br /&gt;Will let him fly, and there be found,&lt;br /&gt;Or die." The boy looked at the ground&lt;br /&gt;In Jonah's garden, fearful now&lt;br /&gt;To ask the obvious. Somehow&lt;br /&gt;Though, Jonah's face bid him&lt;br /&gt;Continue bravely with the grim&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: "So You mean," he said,&lt;br /&gt;"The foe you fought, from whom you fled,&lt;br /&gt;And got that scar, was God?" "The Lord&lt;br /&gt;Commanded me to leave my sword,&lt;br /&gt;And go to Nineveh to preach&lt;br /&gt;The word of God, and there beseech&lt;br /&gt;That they repent. But I knew in&lt;br /&gt;My soul that if I went, He'd win&lt;br /&gt;Them to Himself, and all my zeal&lt;br /&gt;For holy wrath he would reveal&lt;br /&gt;As nothing but unholy hate.&lt;br /&gt;So, like a fool, I headed straight&lt;br /&gt;The other way — to Joppa by&lt;br /&gt;The sea. And there, with wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Away from God I thought, I found&lt;br /&gt;A ship with open space and bound&lt;br /&gt;For Tarshish far beyond the eye&lt;br /&gt;Of God — so blind the mind to try&lt;br /&gt;And flee from God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"And then he fought&lt;br /&gt;With me, and made the sea distraught&lt;br /&gt;With great upheaving waves and wind,&lt;br /&gt;That made the sailors ask who sinned,&lt;br /&gt;Then ordered by his sovereignty&lt;br /&gt;The dooming lot would fall to me.&lt;br /&gt;And finally when all else failed -&lt;br /&gt;Or so they thought — then they availed&lt;br /&gt;Themselves of one last hope. They threw&lt;br /&gt;Me in the sea."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"But, Jonah, you&lt;br /&gt;Are still alive," the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"How can a man survive the tide&lt;br /&gt;And depths and monsters of the sea?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because a great fish swallowed me."&lt;br /&gt;The boy sat with his lips agape.&lt;br /&gt;"The mouth of death was my escape.&lt;br /&gt;God sought me, as it were, in hell&lt;br /&gt;And swallowed me for three days' spell&lt;br /&gt;In acid, meant to cleanse my soul.&lt;br /&gt;From death to death, God's gracious goal&lt;br /&gt;Leads back to Nineveh and life.&lt;br /&gt;And on the way, as with a knife,&lt;br /&gt;One razor tooth slashed through my face&lt;br /&gt;And gave me this sweet sign of grace."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The evening now was overspent,&lt;br /&gt;And it was late. "Do not lament&lt;br /&gt;Your question, son. Of course, there's so&lt;br /&gt;Much more that you may want to know,&lt;br /&gt;But this will have to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Rest well, your God does all things right."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we light Advent candle one&lt;br /&gt;Learn how the work of God is done.&lt;br /&gt;That there is fierce and stormy grace&lt;br /&gt;With wind and waves and mangled face,&lt;br /&gt;And sailors with condemning dice,&lt;br /&gt;And demons waiting sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;And giant fish with slashing teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And gasping, acid graves beneath.&lt;br /&gt;Yet none of this is to destroy,&lt;br /&gt;But to restore the prophet's joy,&lt;br /&gt;And not his merely, but the throngs&lt;br /&gt;Of Nineveh will sing their songs.&lt;br /&gt;And Jonah, in the coming years,&lt;br /&gt;Will say with tender heart and tears,&lt;br /&gt;Along with each whom God will call,&lt;br /&gt;The price was high and worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;The pain of being loved by God&lt;br /&gt;Is great, so let us kiss the rod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr align="center" width="100%" size="2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© Desiring God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permissions:&lt;/strong&gt; You are permitted and encouraged to reproduce and distribute this material in any format provided that you do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; alter the wording in any way, you do not charge a fee beyond the cost of reproduction, and you do not make more than 1,000 physical copies. 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This is never explained. However from the afternoon Eve and Adam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;awoke from their blissful unconscious state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and hid themselves in shame, humans have avoided responsibility and the work of the soul. God gave our primordial ancestors the work of tilling the garden in Eden. It is interesting to me that the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;therapeuo&lt;/span&gt; (the origin of the word therapy) means "to dig in the ground" (as many can attest to the stress relieved by gardening). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Most of us do not want life to be a great adventure whatever that might be. We might like to hear about it -- at the movies -- but participate, "no, not if it requires us inconvenience". Joining the French Foreign Legion is not likely even after our heart is broken by young love and joining up at the baptismal covenant for more than lip service to a cultural Christianity seems wrongheaded and a little extreme. After all we have to be practical and think of our future, the challenges of family, work and the demands of a society that tolerates no extremism other than that which helps business. This can make for a pale, anemic faith. JWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;""The psychologist Abraham Maslow calls spiritual and emotional truancy the Jonah Complex: 'The evasion of one's own growth, the setting of low levels of aspiration, the fear of doing what one is capable of doing, voluntary self-crippling, pseudo-stupidity, mock humility.' No matter how sophisticated or ingenious the avoidance, Maslow says, it is still a cheap adaptation to the implorings of personal evolution, and it reminiscent of a dire old joke about two clerics who are the first to witness the return of the Messiah. when the younger one frantically asks, 'What should we do?' the older one tells him, 'look busy.' 'The guilt of Jonah,' says Arthur Koestler in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Act of Creation, '&lt;/span&gt;was that he clung to the trivial, and tried to cultivate only his own small garden.' " [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Callings --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gregg Lavoy pg. 180]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" The meeting of the tragic and trivial planes. It's basic pattern can be roughly described as follows. Under the effect of some overwhelming experience, the hero is made to realize the shallowness of his life, the futility and frivolity of the daily pursuits of man in the trivial routines of existence. This realization may come to him as a sudden shock caused by some catastrophic event, or as the cumulative effect of a show inner development, or through the trigger action of some apparently banal experience which assures and unexpected significance. The hero then suffers a crisis which involves the very foundations of his being; he embarks on the Night Journey, is suddenly transferred to the Tragic Plane -- from which he emerges purified, enriched by new insight, regenerated on a higher level of integration. ... The journey always represents a plunge downward and backward to the sources and tragic undercurrents of existence, into the fluid magma, of which the Trivial Plane of everyday life is merely the thin crust." &lt;/span&gt;[Arthur Koestler The Act of Creation pg. 358]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain calls on Jonah to rise up and face the situation. It is a useful spiritual exercise to inventory the captains in our life -- those who have in moments of spiritual stupor called on us to awaken and rise up/grow up and get with it. We may not have known it at the time or we may have resented it but nevertheless there is a second call. Such calls often occur in a crisis but nevertheless there it is a second chance. On a small easel on a table in my office is a farmed statement -- "O God of second chances and new beginnings here I am again." I find such a declaration worthy of continual contemplation. JWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We so want security. We so want to avoid danger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the early 1980’s a young couple in New England decided to give up the “rat-race” of modern life.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So they begin to look at what they could do.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For a year, they researched the world, examining the laces best suited for raising a family away from society’s pollutants.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A place where they could get a new start.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A place that would be free from the economic rat race, where their children could get a quality education, where they all could develop to their full potential in a healthful, environment.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally they found and they left in January of 1982 for a small, isolated island chain off the coast of Argentina: the Falkland Islands.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, of course, in April of 1982, the Falkland’s War began.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; JWS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText3"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” -- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-7155935943427882609?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7155935943427882609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=7155935943427882609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7155935943427882609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7155935943427882609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-freedom-and-call-jonah-complex.html' title='On Freedom and Call  -- The Jonah Complex'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLpYPqnR6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Tjz1SKz_k2g/s72-c/jonah+fresco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-5560289848350864620</id><published>2007-03-22T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:31:38.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarshish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hesed'/><title type='text'>Chapter Four -- Jonah's Anger, God's Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPffqnR2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8JBmu4yBwXE/s1600-h/Woodcuts+by+Jacob+Steinhardt++Jonah+has+Pity+on+Gourd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044822672591505250" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPffqnR2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8JBmu4yBwXE/s200/Woodcuts+by+Jacob+Steinhardt++Jonah+has+Pity+on+Gourd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacob Steinhardt, "Jonah Feels Pity on the Gourd Plant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4 But this was very displeasing to Jonah, and he became angry.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2 He prayed to the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; and said, “O L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;! Is not this what I said while I was still in my own country? That is why I fled to Tarshish at the beginning; for I knew that you are a gracious God and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and ready to relent from punishing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[Finally we begin to learn about Jonah's truancy. He suspected that God's &lt;a href="http://www.northcoast.com/%7Eplanzi/rst23/page6.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hesed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loving kindness and mercy would trump judgment and that he (Jonah) would be embarrassed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, O L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.” 4 And the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; said, “Is it right for you to be angry?” 5 Then Jonah went out of the city and sat down east of the city, and made a booth for himself there. He sat under it in the shade, waiting to see what would become of the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;6 The L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; God appointed a bush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[Jerome translated the word "bush" from the Hebrew as "ivy" which aggravated Augustine who reported that "ivy" nearly caused a riot when it was read at Hippo. He goes on to tell Jerome that the correct translation coming from the &lt;a href="http://www.bible-researcher.com/brenton1.html"&gt;Septuegent&lt;/a&gt; is "gourd" which anyone should know is correct and that Jerome should but out and leave well enough along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This a good example of how complicating translation becomes. Jerome is translating from the Hebrew. Augustine is refering to the Greek translation of the Old Testament done in Alexanderia Egypt. Translating simple words get complicated when the flora is different. Imagine the challenge in the South Pacific. JWS ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;and made it come up over Jonah, to give shade over his head, to save him from his discomfort; so Jonah was very happy about the bush.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7 But when dawn came up the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the bush, so that it withered.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8 When the sun rose, God prepared a sultry east wind, and the sun beat down on the head of Jonah so that he was faint and asked that he might die. He said, “It is better for me to die than to live.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;Jonah Is Reproved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;9 But God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry about the bush?” And he said, “Yes, angry enough to die.”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;10 Then the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; said, “You are concerned about the bush, for which you did not labor and which you did not grow; it came into being in a night and perished in a night.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;11 And should I not be concerned about Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons who do not know their right hand from their left, and also many animals?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 24.75pt 0pt -13.5pt; text-indent: 12.75pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-5560289848350864620?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/5560289848350864620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=5560289848350864620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5560289848350864620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/5560289848350864620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-four-jonahs-anger-gods-mercy.html' title='Chapter Four -- Jonah&apos;s Anger, God&apos;s Mercy'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPffqnR2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8JBmu4yBwXE/s72-c/Woodcuts+by+Jacob+Steinhardt++Jonah+has+Pity+on+Gourd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-7946951235783988940</id><published>2007-03-22T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:30:41.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three -- Conversion of Nineveh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQLevqnR_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VYZbkLw4KnU/s1600-h/Jonah+preaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045170105380980722" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQLevqnR_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VYZbkLw4KnU/s200/Jonah+preaches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 The word of the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; came to Jonah a second time, [Jo&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nah has his second call. It is worthy of note that the LORD gives second calls. When they come we are in a different place sometimes like Jonah picking ourselves up from the piscatorial debris or some other remains of the day. But whatever the word will come again and if we are willing we will answer this time..."] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 “Get up, go to Nineveh, that great city, and proclaim to it the message that I tell you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 So Jonah set out and went to Nineveh, according to the word of the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Now Nineveh was an exceedingly large city, a three days’ walk across. 4. Jonah began to go into the city, going a day's walk. And he cried out, "Forty days more, and Nineveh shall be overthrown!" 5 And the people of Nineveh believed God; they proclaimed a fast, and everyone, great and small, put on sackcloth. 6 When the news reached the King of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, removed his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes. 7 Then he had a proclamation made in Nineveh: "By the decree of the King and his nobles: No human being or animal, no heard or flock, shall taste anything. They shall not feed, nor shall they drink water. 8 Human beings and animals shall be covered with sackcloth, and they shall cry mightily to God. All shall turn their hands. 9 Who knows? God may relent and change his mind; he may turn from his fierce anger, so that we do not perish." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-7946951235783988940?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7946951235783988940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=7946951235783988940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7946951235783988940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7946951235783988940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-three-conversion-of-nineveh.html' title='Chapter Three -- Conversion of Nineveh'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgQLevqnR_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VYZbkLw4KnU/s72-c/Jonah+preaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-7964120935995390356</id><published>2007-03-22T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:34:00.192-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheol'/><title type='text'>Chapter Two  -- Communiques from the Carpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RigmWxtQUeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V4nnQ6OyXuc/s1600-h/jonah5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055332754465509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RigmWxtQUeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V4nnQ6OyXuc/s200/jonah5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 Then Jonah prayed to the Lord his God from the belly of the fish, [it is only in English that it is a whale] 2 saying,“I called to the Lord out of my distress,and he answered me; out of the belly of Sheol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[the place of the dead -- In the Hebrew cosmology there is water under the earth. "Below the ground and it's surface waters, far down, lay Sheol, where the dead pass their silent existence." from The Grand Contraption: The World as Myth, Number, and Chance David Park pg. 5 It occurs to me that one of the differences between Sheol and heaven is the silence in the underworld and the continuous praise around the throne of the Holy One of Israel.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cried and you heard my voice. 3 You cast me into the deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;into the heart of the seas, and the flood surrounded me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all your waves and your billows passed over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 Then I said, ‘I am driven away from your sight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how shall I look again upon your holy temple?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 The waters closed in over me; [Jonah is at the point of drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- the waters are up to his neck and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seaweed is wrapped around his head].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the deep surrounded me; weeds were wrapped around my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 at the roots of the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went down to the land whose bars closed upon me forever;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet you brought up my life from the Pit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Some see this as the death of Jonah and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God raises Jonah from the dead -- that he remembers God as he lies dying.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Lord my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 As my life was ebbing away, I remembered the Lord;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my prayer came to you, into your holy temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8 Those who worship vain idols forsake their true loyalty. [Those who forsake their true loyalty -- here the pot call the kettle black -- he who has fled the presence of the Lord only to find that he cannot escape the presence of the Lord.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9 But I with the voice of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you; what I have vowed I will pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deliverance belongs to the Lord!” 10 Then the Lord spoke to the fish, and it spewed [the word is vomited] Jonah out upon the dry land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-7964120935995390356?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/feeds/7964120935995390356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4088738243288145357&amp;postID=7964120935995390356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7964120935995390356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/7964120935995390356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-two-communiques-from-carpe.html' title='Chapter Two  -- Communiques from the Carpe'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RigmWxtQUeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V4nnQ6OyXuc/s72-c/jonah5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-862831243295480319</id><published>2007-03-20T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:54:36.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nineveh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarshish'/><title type='text'>Chapter One -- Jonah Flees From the LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgGei_qnRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OJPXUuB1Dy8/s1600-h/In+the+stomach+of+the+fish++Henri+Lindegaard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044487381674575650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgGei_qnRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OJPXUuB1Dy8/s320/In+the+stomach+of+the+fish++Henri+Lindegaard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1The word of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yahweh"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came to Jonah&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The beginning is a typical formula in Hebrew writing literally ...now it happened -- much like -- once upon a time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[name means "Dove son of truth," in the Old Testament the dove has two main characteristics: 1 it is easily put to flight and seeks secure refuge in the mountains (Ezekiel 7:16, Psalm 55:6-8) and 2 it moans and laments when is distress (Nahum 2:7, Isaiah 38:14) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Literary Guide to the Bible, pg. 234]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;son of Amittai, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;[2 Kings 14:25 - prophet who proclaims divine mercy and support for Israel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saying, 2 "Go at once to &lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Nineveh&lt;/strong&gt;, that great city, and cry out against it; for their wickedness has come up before me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;Nineveh&lt;/span&gt; was the last capital of the Assyrian Empire. The Assyrians were the first state to use terror as a policy for governance. You might say that they were the Nazis of the ancient world. They were universally hated and when they declined sufficiently their subjects gladly turned on them and joyfully smote them asunder. They disappeared so completely that in the nineteenth century scholars believed that the prophets had invented them. But finally the remains of Assur and Nineveh were discovered in what would be northern Iraq and the prophets were proved correct. For God to ask Jonah to go to Nineveh was a little like asking a Jew to go to Berlin in 1938 and prophesy against it’s wickedness. Of course the prophet would hope it would be punished. Who would blame him?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;3 But Jonah set out to flee to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Tarshish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;[place name that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;occurs twice in the Old Testament 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;I Kings 10: 22 For the king had a fleet of ships of Tarshish at sea with the fleet of Hiram. Once every three years the fleet of ships of Tarshish used to come bringing gold, silver, ivory, apes, and peacocks. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;2. Isaiah 66:19 – and I will set a sign among them. From them I will sent survivors to the nations, to Tarshish, Put, and Lud – which draw the bow – to Tubal and Javan, to the coastlands far away that have not hears of my fame or seen my glory; and they shall declare my glory among the nations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Tarshish&lt;/span&gt; is often thought to be in Spain perhaps beyond the pillars of Hercules – the very limits of the known world. In Isaiah it is cited as a place literally away from the presence of the Lord. It serves Jonah well as a place to escape the call]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;from the presence of the LORD. He went &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to Joppa and found a ship going to Tarshish; so he paid his fare and went on board, to go with them to Tarshish, away from the presence of the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;note the pattern of descent first by topography, then geography -- west not east -- positionally -- the hold of the ship -- then physically -- falling asleep -- psychically as far as he can go from the word of the LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 But the LORD hurled a great wind upon the sea, and such a mighty storm came upon the sea that the ship threatened to break up. 5 Then the mariners were afraid, and each cried to his god. They threw the cargo that was in the ship into the sea, to lighten it for them. Jonah, meanwhile, had gone &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; into the hold of the ship and had lain &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;, and was fast asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[In the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zohar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zohar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, it is believed that Jonah's descent into the hold of the ship is an allegory of the soul's descent into the world. from &lt;em&gt;JONAH A Commentary by James Limburg pg. 44f.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;6 The captain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[The captain (literally -- "chief of the ropers") serves a powerful symbol and at several levels. First on the level of the story he is concerned for his ship and rallies every hand to face the crisis. Second on the level of our stories, who have been the captains who have gotten us moving in our lives, the coaches, teachers, godparents, others who said a good word or called us to awaken? Thirdly on the level of our inner life, how does the captain call us to awaken -- through our&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeping dreams, reading of scripture or just the odd moment when someone says just the "right thing" and there is the oddest intersection of our inner and outer life a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;synchronicity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;)? It is a useful spiritual exercise to count the captains who have leaned across our several sleeping forms and yelled reveille. JWS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;came and said to him, "What are you doing fast asleep? &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;[an anesthetized-like sleep (Genesis 2:21) Linberg] &lt;/span&gt;Get up, call on your god! Perhaps the god will spare us a thought so that we do not perish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;7 The sailors said to one another, "Come, let us cast lots, so that we may know on whose account this calamity has come upon us." So they cast lots, and the lot fell on Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;[Rabbi Isaac Mosheh Aramah, writing in the fifteenth century ... "the meaning of their statement 'let us cast lots; is to cast lost &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;many times&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore the plural --goralot-- is used ...They did so and cast lots many times and every time the lot fell on Jonah and consequently the matter was verified for them." &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Randomness &lt;/span&gt;Deborah J. Bennett pg. 75]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;8 Then they said to him, "Tell us why this calamity has come upon us. What is your occupation? Where do you come from? What is your county? And of what people are you?" 9 "I am a Hebrew," he replied. "I worship the LORD, because he had told them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;11Then they said to him, "What shall we do to you, that the sea may quiet down for us?" For the sea was growing more and more tempestuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12 He said to them, “Pick me up and throw me into the sea; then the sea will quiet down for you; for I know it is because of me that this great storm has come upon you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 13 Nevertheless the men rowed hard to bring the ship back to land, but they could not, for the sea grew more and more stormy against them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 14 Then they cried out to the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps;font-size:100%;" &gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, “Please, O L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps;font-size:100%;" &gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, we pray, do not let us perish on account of this man’s life. Do not make us guilty of innocent blood; for you, O&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps;font-size:100%;" &gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, have done as it pleased you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 15 So they picked Jonah up and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;threw him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; and the sea ceased from its raging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Then the men feared the L&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; even more, and they offered a sacrifice to the L&lt;span style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; and made vows. 17 But the LORD provided [&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;or appointed] &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;a large fish [&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;to shallow up -- this is almost never a good thing in the Bible -- this happened to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pharaoh's chariots in the red sea.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Jonah; and Jonah was in the belly of the fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;three days and three nights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 24.75pt 0pt 55.5pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 24.75pt 0pt 55.5pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;-- here the descent pattern continues. It was traditionally believed that three days and nights was the time needed to reach the underworld. pg. 237 &lt;em&gt;Literary Guide to the Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;It also is a part of life on this planet. "When the moon is in its dark phase it is not visible and seems to disappear for three nights."&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forgiveness in a Wounded World: Jonah's Dilemma -- &lt;/span&gt;Janet Howe Gaines pg. 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;This must have had a effect on human development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In The Stomach of The Fish" Henri Lindegaard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-862831243295480319?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/862831243295480319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/862831243295480319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-one-jonah-flees-from-lord.html' title='Chapter One -- Jonah Flees From the LORD'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgGei_qnRyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OJPXUuB1Dy8/s72-c/In+the+stomach+of+the+fish++Henri+Lindegaard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088738243288145357.post-2713469080516746519</id><published>2007-03-20T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:12:16.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah Resuscitated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPwPqnR3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3Yp2TUoydJI/s1600-h/Albert+Herbert,+1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044822960354314098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPwPqnR3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3Yp2TUoydJI/s320/Albert+Herbert,+1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Albert Herbert 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The minor prophets of the Old Testament are largely forgotten. I recall a cartoon from years ago where a man has arrived in heaven and is explaining to a disturbed Zephaniah that in fact he has never read his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a few stories endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stories from the Bible are lodged deep in the unconscious of the West. We know this is so because advertisers still call on Adam, Eve and their apple, Noah his Ark and company to hawk their wares. Christianity was a religion in Europe, but in America it’s a &lt;a href="http://www.nelsonbibles.com/primes/ducttape.html"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;. If you can still animate a commercial you still inhabit the national psyche. In this biblically illiterate society the story of Jonah and the whale endures in culture memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai telling him to go east and preach to Nineveh that great city. Jonah instead goes west toward Tarshish. Without any background or preamble the tale begins. It is a small book containing only four chapters, one is a psalm from the innards of a great fish (only a whale in English translations). In a way the book of the prophet raises more questions than it answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Jonah leave town heading in the opposite direction?&lt;br /&gt;Why does God not let him escape his call?&lt;br /&gt;What does this story tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are layers and then there are layers in this tale. The text is spare and lean, the language giving no detail as to “how” the word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai. How does the word of the Lord come to us? Occasionally we think, “I wish God would just tell me what to do plainly, just straight out” as if that would be easier. It would be easier only so long as what God instructed was what we wanted to do! Jonah does not want to go to Nineveh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The directions are one simple layer of meaning. In a literal reading they are just the directions on the map. Nineveh is east of Joppa and Tarshish is west at the other end of the Mediterranean from Israel. East and west also have a symbolic meaning. East, of course, is the direction the sun rises. Therefore it has the meaning of enlightenment, literally, and symbolically. West is where the sun sets. It is the quadrant of darkness and the direction of the unconscious. So Jonah not only physically moves away from God’s errand but also moves from enlightenment into unconsciousness. All that is in the first verses—and that is not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah is rich for our mining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088738243288145357-2713469080516746519?l=johnwsewell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2713469080516746519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4088738243288145357/posts/default/2713469080516746519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnwsewell.blogspot.com/2007/03/jonah-resuscitated.html' title='Jonah Resuscitated'/><author><name>John+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14561844656470214102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/R2RXqZAeR1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cMwaOV_OpGE/S220/jws-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNc8g_iyVPo/RgLPwPqnR3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3Yp2TUoydJI/s72-c/Albert+Herbert,+1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
