The Story of Jonah
Chapter 1: The Mission
The sun rose on a small community on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. This town started to come alive. Shouts of sales filled the flea market along with the distinct smell of fish. The big boats at port were filled with spices and smells that tickle the nose. This was Joppa. A small ship's port town and a gateway to the known world. Of course, this is not where the story begins. It begins in the far side of Joppa where the rich-end people lived. These were doctors, moneylenders, and tax collectors. This piece of Joppa was decorated with two-story brick houses with decorated wooden doors to see. It was a delightful place.
"BEWARE ISRAEL!" Well, most of the time. "Have faith in God and obey His Word or suffer the consequences," said a man. After his speech, he was applauded and cheered. His profession was one of a higher calling. The man's name was Jonah, and he was a prophet of God. He heard God's Word and spoke to the people.
He wore a blue robe and a yellow and black garment under the blue rode. He wore a brown headband and his skin was a very tan-brown. His black beard gave him an old yet young appearance. Of all the people of the town, he was the richest. He was staying at the fanciest inn of all Joppa. He had been preaching in Joppa for two weeks now, and he was well-known in Israel.
"Thank you," Jonah spoke as the crowds left. Life was good for Jonah. He would just have to speak and people would just be astounded. Whether they really listen and understood what he said never concerned Jonah. Of course, he would thank God for giving him the power. Jonah returned to his room in the inn. The day turned into night where God revealed another message to Jonah.
"Yes, Lord, what is it," Jonah asked, alone in his room, "Oh, you have a message. About what? What? People lying, stealing, cheating, and committing adultery! Sounds like the only one of your Commandments they have not broken is the first one. Oh they've broken that one, too? Where are these people? I'll be there tomorrow first thing in the morning. Where is it? Damascus? Jerusalem? No, it's got to be Gath. What? I'm sorry can you say that again? Okay, either I'm going crazy and insane or I heard you say a town I would never go to. Oh No, not Nineveh!"
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