"Robonah"

Robonah - that’s my attempt at a cross between “roberta” and “jonah” (not bad, if I do say so myself).

I read Jonah yesterday and was again reminded how similar I am and have been to him. I grumble. I occasionally wish for another “assignment.” I don’t always have copious amounts of compassion for people who think/act/process differently than me. I often just want to take a nap in a hole somewhere rather than face proverbial storms. And I get self-righteous and worked up about some pretty insignificant stuff (not getting the kind of shower I wanted to this morning, the phones not working for a couple of hours, some people not showing up to the youth picnic when they said they’d come, and a huge et cetera).

“But God said to [roberta], “Do you have any right to be angry about ____ & _____? … You have been concerned about this [rather insignificant thing that let to your temporary discomfort]. …But [Gjilan territory] has more than a hundred and twenty thousand people (fyi: it’s the same number) who cannot tell their right hand from their left. Should I not be concerned about that great city?”