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Friday, January 29, 2010

Rebellious Prophet - Jonah

If I were to write a book about a rebellious prophet, one of my first choices would be JONAH.

Just read the first chapter of Jonah in the Old Testament of the Bible.

Notice how many times Jonah did exactly the opposite of what God told him to do.
Notice his emotions.
Notice the predicaments he faces.
Notice how God never gives up on Jonah even when Jonah would rather die than live.

Good grief, now that is a faithful and persistent God for sure.

The chapter is only 17 verses and I happen to enjoy the old King James Version for its poetic language. And Chapter 1 is only the beginning of Jonah's trials and tribulations as he rebels against being called to be a prophet.

I invite you to read the first chapter. Like potato chips ... I bet you can't read/eat just one. More compelling than the hottest sci-fi flick around.

The difference is... YOU provide the special effects with your imagination.

My question to you is what would YOU do if God told you to go and tell a whole city to stop being evil and turn instead to worship the God of Israel?

I imagine I might hide behind a rock in the desert. Even as Jonah went the absolute opposite direction and went to sea instead. Its a great story full of paradoxes and images. Enjoy. Listen and Learn.

Jonah Chapter 1

Friday, September 4, 2009

At the Earth's Core - Prologue

EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS was an American Author most known for the Tarzan series. He lived from 1875-1950. Those were days filled with change for sure! Including 2 major World Wars! And enormous social and economical changes. Consider that when you read his work.

His novel At the Earth's Core was published in 1914 so the language and nuances are often humorous today, though quite appropo at the time. This book is in the public domain so you can easily read it from the Project Gutenberg source. One of the options there is an audible book.

To whet your appetite, I share the prologue here. I am enjoying relaxation with this first in a series he wrote, including a visit to the Earth's Core by Tarzan, a few years later.


At the Earth's Core
by Edgar Rice Burroughs


expect you to believe this story. Nor could you wonder
had you witnessed a recent experience of mine when,
in the armor of blissful and stupendous ignorance,
I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the Royal
Geological Society on the occasion of my last trip to London.

You would surely have thought that I had been detected
in no less a heinous crime than the purloining of the Crown
Jewels from the Tower, or putting poison in the coffee
of His Majesty the King.

The erudite gentleman in whom I confided congealed
before I was half through!--it is all that saved him
from exploding--and my dreams of an Honorary Fellowship,
gold medals, and a niche in the Hall of Fame faded into
the thin, cold air of his arctic atmosphere.

But I believe the story, and so would you, and so would
the learned Fellow of the Royal Geological Society, had you
and he heard it from the lips of the man who told it to me.
Had you seen, as I did, the fire of truth in those gray eyes;
had you felt the ring of sincerity in that quiet voice;
had you realized the pathos of it all--you, too, would believe.
You would not have needed the final ocular proof that I
had--the weird rhamphorhynchus-like creature which he
had brought back with him from the inner world.

I came upon him quite suddenly, and no less unexpectedly,
upon the rim of the great Sahara Desert. He was standing
before a goat-skin tent amidst a clump of date palms within
a tiny oasis. Close by was an Arab douar of some eight
or ten tents.

I had come down from the north to hunt lion. My party
consisted of a dozen children of the desert--I was the only
"white" man. As we approached the little clump of verdure
I saw the man come from his tent and with hand-shaded eyes
peer intently at us. At sight of me he advanced rapidly
to meet us.

"A white man!" he cried. "May the good Lord be praised! I
have been watching you for hours, hoping against hope that
THIS time there would be a white man. Tell me the date.
What year is it?"

And when I had told him he staggered as though he had
been struck full in the face, so that he was compelled
to grasp my stirrup leather for support.

"It cannot be!" he cried after a moment. "It cannot be!
Tell me that you are mistaken, or that you are but joking."

"I am telling you the truth, my friend," I replied.
"Why should I deceive a stranger, or attempt to, in so
simple a matter as the date?"

For some time he stood in silence, with bowed head.

"Ten years!" he murmured, at last. "Ten years, and I
thought that at the most it could be scarce more than one!"
That night he told me his story--the story that I give you
here as nearly in his own words as I can recall them.

Consider the location. The TIME when it was written and the formality in the desert! I found this to be the beginning of an odd and interesting tale.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Olive Plants: Birding 101: Introduction

Olive Plants: Birding 101: Introduction This is an excellent collection of birding guides from the perspective of an active homeschooling Mom with 2 very active boys.

I visited their blog and loved it. I invite them to visit my Birding Guides Blog and my Birds and Binoculars site. We share many interesting aspects of our lives in these blogs. My thanks to all of them.