If Jonah came to your land, as to Nineveh that day,

And cried aloud in prophet-tones, with words you heard him say:

“In forty days (one month plus ten) your land will be no more,”

Would you believe the warning of that man, just put ashore,

Transported by a great fish (three days and nights within),

Because he’d run away from God, and suffered for his sin?

Perhaps he wore a loincloth of seaweed, wrapped and tied,

Because of human modesty, his nakedness to hide.

Perhaps his skin was ashen-grey, from stomach acids there,

As he floated midst the items of the fish’s dinner fare.

Did the pagan ones of Nineveh mistake him for Neptune,

A god they may have worshipped, why they heeded him so soon?

As day-by-day, from dawn to dusk (it took three days to cross),

Old Jonah cried aloud to spare the people from great loss.

At first the hearers questioned: “Just who is this crazy one

Who cries out such outrageous threats each day from sun to sun?”

But then his words began to penetrate their minds and hearts,

As one-by-one some then believed, on streets, in homes, in marts.

More and more believed his words, and the king was told at last;

He took the matter in his hands and called a total fast:

“Not old nor young, not man nor beast, shall anything partake;

Perchance, by deep humility, this grievous curse we’ll break.

Let man and beast wear sackcloth, and no violence be found;

Let all cry mightily to God, from evil ways turn round…

“Perchance His anger will abate, His wrath be turned away

When He sees we are repentant and mean just what we pray.”

He rose up from his royal throne and laid aside his robe,

Then clothed himself in rough sackcloth; the ash heap his abode.

God saw their deep contrition, how they heeded Jonah’s call,

Withheld His hand of judgment and forgave them, one and all.

As in the days of Nineveh, that city wide and great,

America must now repent, before it is too late.

God’s boundless grace is offered now wherever sins abound,

But mercy is not endless where repentance can’t be found.

Who knows if forty days, or weeks, or months will yet elapse

Between today and judgment, His protective wall’s collapse?

In fact, who knows if only forty hours yet remain

Till heart attack, an accident, foul play, or stroke of brain

May snuff out life, or render one incapable of thought.

Perhaps the time is very short, and yet we know it not,

If forty minutes, even seconds, be our futures’ length,

Let all repent…relinquish sin, so God can give new strength!

Let timid Christians seek His face, and pray “the sinners’ prayer,”

Lest sheaves be lost that we might lay at Christ’s feet, over there.

The fear we may offend, by witnessing in Jesus’ name,

Is nothing when compared with the offense, and thus the shame,

Of letting hell-bound souls proceed along the downward way!

Will they lift up their eyes in flames and, agonizing, say:

“I’m sure that I remember you; we lived just down your street,

You always greeted pleasantly whenever we would meet.

But if you knew about this place and kept the truth from me,

I pray, from now, you’ll share that truth with everyone you see,

So they may turn to Jesus Christ before it is too late.

Give them an opportunity, lest this should be their fate!”

-- Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 12/15-21/2006 (1-17-08) 

  Co-author Marian T. Teckenburg, sister; dedicated 1-17-08 

  to our father, Henry Garfield Tuthill, Sr., 1/29/1882-7/6/1960)

Early in his run for the presidency, Obama bragged that Rev. Wright was his close friend, advisor, officiant of both his wedding and the baptisim of his children. Then, when their relationship was finally (rightfully) questioned, he suddenly turned tail, and denounced his close friend, advisor to say that he never really knew him that well. 

Which is it?  Stick to the same version of the story for more than a day in a row!