Well, at least there’s that...

This is the fifty first published post of "Well, at Least there's that" and Lincoln wants his turn to talk. According to Lincoln... "I was rescued from a place where I was in a cage all day long. I was expected to give life, but never given a life of my own. I had lost all my beauty and was full of flees. Nobody wanted me and I wanted to run. I wanted freedom! I wanted to have my own choices. ' I was free, but I wasn't beautiful anymore. I was just a dog. My hair was long, I was afraid of everything and lifeless. I just wanted to escape. There was no hope! Then I was rescued! I still wanted to run, I mean, "who were these people, why was I here and what was going to happen next?" Then one evening a sad lady came to a camp fire and I stood beside her. I had no hope and I had no desire for her to "save" me. I just wanted to be free.  Somehow I saw hope in her sad face. I just feel drawn to her. Maybe I'll have the freedom

Jonah was quite a character.  Let me tell you his story from my point of view. Refer to the book "Jonah" for details. Okay, so Jonah is out minding his own business. God says, "Hey Jonah!" Jonah says, "yes?" God says, "you know that town that hates me?" "You mean Nineveh, " Jonah replies? "Yes", says God. "I hate that place" says Jonah. God says, "well I think I'm going to have to destroy it." Jonah is like, "Yes!" Then God says, "So, I want you to go and tell them I"m going to destroy them." To which Jonah replies, "What? No way!" God doesn't change his mind, but Jonah thinks he can run and get away from this plan. So, he gets on a ship. He is so confident in his decision to run that he goes into the bottom of the ship and goes to sleep. Talk about denial! The ship hits a terrible storm. The whole crew looks around and says, 'Somebody has upset their