I once went to a lot of trouble to deliver a dog to my son and daughter-in-law, only to
have them decide the next day that they couldn’t keep him. I had only “known”
the dog for a week but that day as I made the 8-hour drive back home alone, I
cried for that poor homeless pooch. (He went to a rescue shelter and then to a
good home but . . .)
I’m
not so different from Jonah who was angry over the loss of a weed. (At least my
concern was for something that could show affection!) But where is my concern
for orphans and the homeless and the lost? How often do I cry for them?
As
God points out Jonah’s pettiness he also showcases our own. How can we be
small-minded when souls are at stake? We certainly expect God to show his grace and mercy to us, don’t
we?
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