I was reading Nehemiah in my nightly Bible reading last week.
I kept getting excited when I opened up my app (because I am that kid who needs an app to follow any kind of Bible reading plan) because I kept thinking Nehemiah was Nineveh. Which is not a book of the Bible, but a place… The place where Jonah had to go and didn’t want to go and got scooped up by a whale.
I love the book of Jonah. I get Jonah. I’m a big chicken sometimes. And I freak out to the point where God just sticks me in a situation where I have to suck it up and face the music. Not quite eaten by a giant fish music, but you get the picture.
I love the lessons of grace seen in Jonah’s misadventures.
But, Nehemiah isn’t Nineveh, which isn’t Jonah.
But, every night for about 3 nights, I got crushed when I realized that all over again.
It also made me remember this song that we once were forced to sing one Sunday night because the pastor was preaching about Jonah and other Father thought it was a great idea. I thought it was a funny idea. Everyone else on the worship team was kind of irritated to sing a children’s song, but I never heard it before, so I didn’t make the connection. I have been singing it to myself for days. Problem is that apparently the internet cannot read my mind and find the song I am searching for based on the few words and tune I remember in my head. I’ll get over that, though.
Plus, I found this gem (although it does get annoying and doesn’t have a lot of point to it)…