Seeing from storms!
Soul Snack 9/113 ... Jonah's jolt!
A turbulent and wild Mediterranean commanded sacrifice. Treading water would be no option for this recalcitrant missionary as it boiled over the gunwhales of tortured timber.
Nobility had never been on Jonah's mind. Tarshish tragically so much more inviting than Nineveh.
Jonah's sin had caught up those innocent sailors - for sin is never conducted in a vacuum.
As Jonah is perilously raised above the sodden sailor's heads he faces the grim realisation that not to die to himself is to really die. Over the distressed sides he falls, no splash visible in this salty cauldron. The raging sea subsides, for self sacrifice is the only answer to the raging storms of indulgence.
"Pick me up and throw me into the sea," he replied, "and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you." Jonah 1:12
The level of the distress can parallel the level of God's attempts to draw me close to Him.
Thankyou Father that do you do not want to leave me to my own devices. Today I humbly ask you to help me understand my life before you. I want to draw close to you and know your good perfect and pleasing will for me. AMEN.