What’s remarkable about this (besides being carried in the
belly and bowels of a whale for days on end) is that Nineveh was located in
modern-day Iraq and any map will tell you that Iraq is land-locked. So how did
Jonah end up being spit to shore from the belly of a whale in a land-locked
country, you ask? Because God wanted him there.
Now I realize that Nineveh was actually located on the
Tigris River, a major highway between the Mediterranean Sea and the Indian
Ocean. And, okay, the story doesn’t actually specify that Jonah was swallowed
by a whale; it could have been any large ocean and river-dwelling fish, but the
moral of the story stands. When God calls you to do something, you do it.
Michael and I have found ourselves in our own Nineveh, of
sorts. We were swallowed up by a 777 and spit out on the shores of the Danube. It’s
not that we were resisting God’s call, but there is a bit of a feeling of
bewilderment as to how we ended up here in Tisovec (pronounced: tee-so-vets),
Slovakia. It’s a beautiful place, albeit isolated, situated in a valley in the
low Tatras mountain region. It is here that we have been called to continue to
serve the world.
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