Those smug bastards.
"Self-made men" (ha!),
Laying waste to every other nation
Threatening my town, taxing my people
I hated them with a perfect hatred.
So of course God sent me there.
Mile after mile, walking back from Ninevah
I felt the sting of shame--
Shame that my God did NOT destroy them,
The enemies of my people –
The enemies of God’s own self.
“I’m supposed to be representing you!” I shouted to the heavens.
He is God, and I am not, that much I know.
God will have mercy when he will have mercy.
Even on me.