The Real Story of Jonah

Sure, he was swallowed by a whale, or at the very least a great big fish. And yes, I know, that after that he was vomited up on the beach by that same fish. Before that, it was the act of throwing him overboard that caused a great storm to cease. And of course, his proclaiming the word of God to the people of Nineveh was the catalyst for one of the greatest spiritual revivals in recorded history. A lot can be said about Jonah and the sensational story to be found in the Bible.

But if the spotlight is shifted away from the human character in the story and focused instead on His creator, a whole different story is waiting to be told. For Jonah was simply a pawn in this cosmic mission that God had in mind.

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Shoe Stuffing

All Scott ever wanted was bigger feet…or at least the appearance of them.

Scott was a resident at the youth treatment facility I worked at and was definitely different than the other boys. He had sparse bits of hair. He was hard to understand with his slurred speech. He had a very poor complexion, to put it lightly. He stood a towering five feet tall and maybe weighed 100 pounds. Scott was the first to be picked on and the last to be chosen. I have never felt so sorry for one single person.

On one particular Friday night, Scott had been given a voucher to go get some brand new clothes from outerwear to footwear. He was more than excited and ran to get ready. After being gone two hours, Scott was anxious to show the group, and myself, the apparel he had acquired.

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The Fearless Church

I could understand why her parents hated me. Several years ago during my college days, I was dating a girl who lived in Maine. While on a visit to see her, she and I had decided to spend the day canoeing in the river that ran right through her backyard. Her parents were with us to see us off as we pushed away from shore.

Now, two things come into play here. First of all, I hate being dirty and will avoid the feeling at all costs. Secondly, I had never been in a canoe before and was unaware of any rules of thumb. My girlfriend assured me not to panic if I felt the boat shake and that she would steady us as we began. However, as she began to maneuver, I felt the canoe start to tip over (at least in my mind) and I tried to compensate.

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Believing the Opera Lady

In a film with many poignant, moving scenes, there is one that stands out for me among them. The film is The Shawshank Redemption. The scene is a prison yard where every inmate is standing still as the sounds from a record player somewhere inside are echoing the operatic delivery of a feminine soprano. The result is a group of people who are both mesmerized and lost in the beauty of something foreign yet breathtaking at the same time.

But there is one main problem with this scene, as fantastic as it is. The prisoners are still in the prison yard. The transcendence of the moment did nothing for their actual situations and so the feelings were eventually lost. And what is left is the same prison they were in before.

I have noticed something similar in my faith journey and in the journeys of those around me. It seems we are all stuck in a prison of some kind. We remain in the dark, damp cells of the prisons of our negative habits, our low self-worth, our inabilities to live up to expectations. We inhabit the cycles of abuse and self-loathing as inmates of our own spiritual penitentiary.

Then we hear about freedom. We hear that we will know the truth and that it will actually set us free. We read that Christ came to bring us freedom. And we want to believe. It sounds beautiful. And in moments where someone is speaking to us about this subject of being free from the prisons we are in, we feel free and the moment becomes transcendent.

But when the emotions are gone, many of us, including myself, realize that we are really still stuck inside the prison that we began. And the more this song and dance happens, the less powerful each moment becomes. Ultimately, we know that we really won’t be able to leave because of our previous attempts to do so.

The problem becomes our inability to understand the song that is playing, the truth that is real. In the opera, the inmates were not able to decipher the lyrics. So the song sounds beautiful, but the lyrics are unintelligible. The idea of freedom from our sins, from our habits, from our destructive emotional thoughts sounds amazing. The song is wonderful. But we don’t truly understand the lyrics. The truth doesn’t fully make sense.

I know for me it is a hard thing. We live in a world that is under the authority of one who has been called the Prince of Lies. And I know that I continue to live under those lies in many ways. Even though there is no condemnation for those in Christ, it is a comfortable bed I sleep in some nights. Even though there is joy and peace that is rightly mine to claim, I so often leave them on the shelf because my hands are stained with the guilt of my sins.

Our sins plague us. Our choices haunt us. But we have been given freedom through Christ to overcome these things. Our past is truly behind us and we are able to finally know the lyrics of truth if we really stop and take the time to read and understand them.

The prison doors have been open for a long time. The issue is that we have continued to sit in the cell. Maybe we didn’t know it. Maybe we have grown comfortable. Whatever the issue, there is a reality waiting for all of us right outside the door.

My prayer is a hard one and one that I am learning. In fact, the more I seem to be on this journey of faith, the harder it seems to get to believe some of these. The more that I discover about my inner self, the worse I feel about my present condition. But I can also trust that I am somehow making progress on this road. I can trust that the Holy Spirit is continuing to lead me and guide me into who I was made to be. And it is in this that we can begin to believe the opera being sung over us, as we come alive to the truth that been proclaimed all along.

Memories of a Commitment

I will never forget the day as long as I live. It was Memorial Day weekend of 2000 and I, along with 40,000 others, had dedicated myself to a weekend of worship, prayer, fasting and learning at Shelby Farms in Memphis, Tennessee. The event was called OneDay and it was easily the spiritual highlight of my young life.

Vivid images flood my mind as I look back upon those three days. At one point, feeling so convicted over my own heart condition, I found myself face down in the soggy ground confessing my sins before an almighty God. Other instances found me dancing with hands raised in exultant praise to a glorious King. It was an emotionally exhausting weekend that centered on the theme of committing myself wholeheartedly to my maker.

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The Role of Certainty

“Certainty is the place you stop when you’re tired of thinking.”

I loved this quote when I first stumbled across it. I guess I have always had a problem with people who are so firm on what they perceive as the correct worldview, as if God has revealed all mysteries to them and them alone. Growing up, it was a church that was certain about who was saved and who was not. In college, it was professors certain how the end times were going to work out. In a career in ministry, it has been leaders around me certain that their methods are the best.

On the television, it’s no different. News analysts and talk show hosts certain that the Republican or the Democratic agenda hold the key to our country’s future. Entire shows are built around bringing two entrenched people together on opposing sides of a particular debate and watching them go head-to-head. The winner? It’s certainly not from convincing the other person that they are incorrect. Instead, it’s usually the wittiest, able to make the other person seem less together or less educated on their topic because the sarcasm from the other “certain” side presented their case better.

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