“Everyone from church is in Florida,” my children announced yesterday morning, as our slush-encrusted van dutifully hauled us to church.
There were several brave souls who apparently got left in Minnesota.
They were there, filling up rows and singing hymns with us.
The lively verse that begins: “I sing the mighty power of God, who filled the earth with food…” set my stomach growling, because it was also potluck Sunday, and Melanie’s aromatic chicken drummies were calling my name from the kitchen.
Hearing about Jonah put me and my stomach back on track.
- There are several historical accounts of people having been swallowed by sea creatures – and surviving.
- The culture Jonah ran from (Ninevah & the ancient Assyrians) happened to worship a merman-like fish god. That’s ironic.
- I marveled at Jonah’s selfishness – not going, not doing what God clearly asked. If God clearly tells you something, you should do it, right? God’s words to me are in His book. Do I listen?
And Jonah’s pity-party at the end of the book. The account of Jonah is so…me.
- The potluck was grand. I avoided its desserts, but made up for that later at home.
- I had meaningful conversations with a few friends, learning something new about two of them.
- Free day-old bread on the back table is a happy thing.
- Vivian brought us our weekly 4 dozen blushed brown farm eggs.
- Simon’s family brought a new outdoor game that will go viral — at least at church graduation open houses.
Looking back, it was a pretty good day to not be in Florida.
© Lisa M. Luciano
- palm tree and beach: Meriç Dağlı
- winterscape: Pixabay