Call Me Jonah

Call me Jonah.
I'm not sure what God thought was special about Jonah, but he was
special enough for God to listen to Jonah's argument,
special enough for God to pursue him,
to conjure a storm to get his attention,
special enough for God to summon a large fish to swallow him,
to give him three days free lodging in the fish's belly,
special enough for God to use to save a nation,
special enough for God to give yet one more oject lesson.

Call me Jonah,
for I, like Jonah, argued with God over an assignment.
I, like Jonah, hid from God, ran from God, slept to avoid God,
saw the storm of God come through, and ended up in the depths for a time.
It is now time to be vomited out, to be reborn, raised up,
resurrected, and returned to service.

Call me Jonah,
for I am skeptical, hesistant, detached.

Call me Jonah,
for I am liable to argue again and blame God for His merciful ways.

Call me Jonah,
for I will surely need another object lesson and another.

Call me Jonah.

Call me.

I will go.