Under the Unpredictable Plant

Jonah seems such a small, forlorn figure - satisfied when the plant grows and cools him, displeased when the plant withers and he is parched by the hot sun. How can he be reduced to such puny emotions, such piddling obsessions, such small comfort, such trite discomfort. Here is a man who has been in and out of the fish's belly, who has made the self-sacrificing commitment to be a faithful minister in Nineveh instead of a self-indulgent tourist to Tarshish. He has seen Nineveh, his congregation, turn to God. And he is petulant
- Eugene Peterson

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