We Never Walk Alone

 

Many of us feel very much like Jonah having been given an assignment just cannot face up to it ever or even just on a specific day and decide we’ll do something else as we cannot possibly do it!

But we find instead it’s impossible to run away from ourselves!!  We are who we are…and have to move forward.

We feel swallowed up by “a whale” of issues. Jonah felt the same and literally was thrown overboard by his fellow travellers who were being tossed about on a tumultuous sea…perhaps no co-incidence; an outward occurrence of what was happening in the life of many back on land where Jonah was told that he needed to settle the worshipping of false idols which was upsetting the lives of the inhabitants of Nineveh.

So often when we start fawning*, feeling cowardly about what is right to do, we avoid listening to the positive word of God, going about our affairs in a mixed-up way.  We just mess up and jog along hoping things will sort themselves out.

But God is there like he was with Jonah with the Whale ready to swallow us up and spit us out sorted out and in one piece…. incredible really!

 
*Fawning adjective
A circle of fawning civil servants: OBSEQUIOUS, servile, sycophantic, flattering, ingratiating, unctuous, oleaginous, oily, toadyish, slavish, bowing and scraping, grovelling, abject, crawling, creeping, cringing, prostrate, Uriah Heepish; informal bootlicking, smarmy, slimy, sucky, soapy; North American informal brown-nosing; British vulgar slang arse-kissing, bum-sucking; North American vulgar slang kiss-ass, ass-kissing; rare saponaceous.
 

I was walking out of a well-attended concert in London recently with hundreds of people walking down the road to the underground station and noticed that they were all walking singly, each to his own to get home. 

So, each one had made the effort to meet up to hear the beautiful and sweet Oratorio taking home the tunes they had just heard, and it reminded me of this poem, which has helped me many times, perhaps when feeling very lonely.

 
Awake is a poem
by Louise Knight Wheatley Cook
Please listen to it. I hope you enjoy it.