Jonah storms in
He storms in, tossing into a bag what ever his hand hits ~ a tunic, extra sandles, his mantle...his mantle. He stops--teeth clenched, jaw tight, eyes closed, a death grip on his mantle. For a moment he considers leaving it behind, like a signiture on a short note to God : "NO! Your prophet -- make that former prophet, Jonah!!" He lets out a slow breath and stuffs the mantle to the bottom of the bag and races out to catch the ship before it sails. The trip was sort-of spur of the moment; he had noticed the ship in Joppa's port that morning. When he asked where they were headed and heard it was Tarshish, he laughed ~ laughed out loud! He had been wandering aimlessly around the docks raging, thundering to himself about what God had told him to do the night before. " 'Go to Nineveh.' Nineveh??!!! Capital of the Assyrian nation! ' Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me .' (J