Where do I go to quit?


I’ve been waiting all day to be in a resourceful enough mood to write my post for the day. It should have been easy: 72 degrees on a perfectly clear day in New Hampshire. The lake was so smooth I was able to drink my coffee while we were in the boat going full speed. That, my friends, is a rare event.

Later, David and I got to have lunch with one of my oldest friends, Mark MacDonald. One of these days I’m going to blog about what he is doing for the kingdom. Phenomenal. You’ve all benefitted from this fellow companion whose name you probaby don’t even know! We talked generosity; we talked changing church; we talked about our families; mostly we talked about ways to use our lives for the kingdom. It was an important discussion, and we loved it!

But having said all that and experienced all that, I’m still empathizing with the old prophet Jonah tonight. I kind of want to know where you go to quit. I want to find a shady vine and sit under it. Maybe even curse at a worm if it dares interupt my shade. Tonight I don’t really care at all about Ninevah. Have you ever felt that way? Ninevah had its chance. It didn’t listen the first time; why should Ninevah have a second chance? And why must Jonah be the one to give it to them, as obviously unwilling as he was. Shoudn’t God call someone who WANTED to go to Ninevah? For whom Ninevah was their passion, their bliss, their dream? Why Jonah?

Yep. I know the ending of the story. I’m not going to fare any better than Jonah in this standoff. It’s off to Ninevah I will surely go, tomorrow. But not tonight. Tonight this hill, this vine, this shady spot: they are mine. And I’m staying here.

By Marla Saunders

I am passionately devoted to living my life in the places God has given me. Over the years those places have changed: from homeschooler to businesswoman, from consumer to storyteller. These days I'm focusing on building a new business and figuring out what it means to do everything with integrity and informed by faith.