I Asked So Many Times

Why God, why? I am not foolish enough to ask why me? The answer to why me is simple and painful, why not you? I have no super spiritual status that guarantees protection from illness and injury. I lack the required perfection that would exclude me from death and all its causes. I am not as much surprised that this could happen to me as I am caught off guard that it has happened to me. My journey seems to have lacked reason and my plight seems to be missing direction. The pain I have gone through has left me wondering, why God, why?

Gone Golfing

It is winter in Canada and even if it wasn’t you would not catch me on a golf course. Two weeks ago I said I was metaphorically going fishing (see Gone Fishing and I Am Still Fishing) to explain my break from blogging and this week I have metaphorically “gone golfing” so I can explain the latest. I know I said I was taking a break from blogging but I still would like to keep you updated as to new developments in my journey.

I Am Still Fishing

I announced in my last post (Gone Fishing), that I am taking a short break from blogging due to health issues. As you read that post you most likely assumed that I was cutting back on other areas of my life as an extension of what I was dealing with. This assumption was right except for one thing.

How did we do today?

I tried to refuse the self-checkout.  I would like to say it was out of some sort of duty to those who will lose their jobs.  It’s not that I’m not sympathetic, that I’m not sad to see people replaced by machines, but if I’m honest with myself, I’m more upset at my loss.  I don’t always trust those machines.  It’s a lot of work for me to make sure that the price that comes up when I scan my item is the right price.  Besides, those machines have no personality.  You don’t get to chat about the weather or politics or any other meaningless topic that comes to mind.  I guess you could try but it would be a one way conversation.  The only thing the machine ever says to me is, “how did we do today?”


I am Jonah.

This is not my normal way of introducing myself. In fact, I have never introduced myself as Jonah. I don’t think I look like a Jonah. I’m not really sure what he looks like, I just know I don’t look like a Jonah. Still, there is something in me that is just like Jonah. There is something that causes me to question, to wonder, are these really the type of people God wants to offer a second chance?