On the TV news last night I noticed a news headline about the plight of the whales in Japan, though I didn't watch the whole report as I was on my way to have a shower. I did notice, however, that the reporter's name was Jonah, which reminded me of the story of Jonah in the Bible.
Jonah is called by the Lord to go to a town called Nineveh to warn them to stop their wicked ways or face the consequences. Jonah ignores the Lord's call and decides to take a ship instead to another town. The Lord sends high force winds which puts the ship in jeopardy. j The passengers are afraid and start praying to their Gods. They even get rid of some stuff to lighten the load. In the meantime Jonah is fast asleep. The captain wakes him up and asks him to pray. They also pray to know who the cause of the wind. They discover Jonah is the cause. The captain asks him what his occupation is and Jonah tells him his story and how he's running from the Lord. They ask what they can do to calm the sea and Jonah tells them to throw him overboard, which they do. As soon as Jonah is thrown overboard the wind ceases. The Lord sends a great fish to swallow Jonah up. Jonah is in the fish's stomach for three days and three nights.
While Jonah is in the fish's stomach he prays, repents and give thanks. The Lord then gets the fish to vomit Jonah out. Then the Lord calls Jonah for the second time and asks him to go to Nineveh and Jonah obeys. He goes to Nineveh and warms the people that if they don't turn from their wickedness the city will be overthrown. The people believe in him and pray and their city is spared.
For me Jonah's call represents the call of Love, my True Self. Years ago I kept meeting people who would tell me that "Spirit wants to work with you" but I wasn't interested. I continued to do my own stuff. Although life seemed OK at the time, I wasn't really happy because I wasn't being true to myself. Soon there came a point when all hell broke loose and I felt the foundations giving way from underneath me. I had no home, no boyfriend, no job, and was in deep depression. Little did I know that Self had prepared my very own great fish to swallow me up. This fish appeared in the form of my dear mother. She was the last person I wanted to live with at the time, but it seemed that she was my only option. The first few weeks I was in deep depression. One day I discovered my mother had inspirational books in her library. She said she had meant to chuck them out as they were of no use to her, but something told her to keep them. It was then I realised I was where I needed to be. I devoured those books. It was then I started focusing on awakening to my True Self. When the "call" came again to work with Spirit, I didn't resist; I knew that my piece of this great jigsaw called life was to share the Good News that Love is all there is.
Love to all the Jonahs out there.
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