Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” Jonah replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.”
Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried to the LORD, “O LORD, please do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, O LORD, have done as you pleased.” Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the LORD, and they offered a sacrifice to the LORD and made vows to him.
But the LORD provided a great fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was inside the fish three days and three nights.
People argue about whether it was a whale or a fish that swallowed Jonah, but it doesn’t matter because that’s not what the story is about. Jonah rebelled against God and hopped aboard a ship bound for Spain, as far away from God as he thought he could get. Then God got his attention with a storm, and something to save him from it—in one gulp. Then Jonah did what the Lord, uh, requested.
It wasn’t likely a minke or a finback that swallowed Jonah. Their mouths are too small. Whatever kind it was, we didn’t see it today.
Pardon the Friday ramblings.
I brought the camera today in case we’d see a whale or two. Heather and I went offshore to bring in the last load of traps that had been out near Mount Desert Rock all winter. Time to dry them out and set them inshore for the summer and early fall.
We did see one whale—a small minke who came and played around the boat while we were hauling the first triple. I heard him exhale before I looked up and saw him, about 30 feet from the boat. I told Heather to look toward the bow where I thought he’d come up again, while I scrambled for the camera. He played around underneath the boat for a bit and then wandered off. I did get a couple of shots, but we never saw him again.
Last year, the first day Heather was out with me, we saw a half-dozen finbacks. “No fair!” her sister Marya said. Marya had fished with me for nearly a year after graduating from college, without seeing any. Baby sisters get all the privileges…
Have a great holiday weekend, and stay safe on the water.