Saturday, January 31, 2009


The poem for which this site was name:

Jonahs we never heard of,
crying out in other Ninevehs,
          “Repent!” — unheeded.
Noahs unremembered,
who preached to generations
          resolute to be lost.

What unknown Job,
his name not handed down,
carried the pure heart
          of Adam’s faith
          through fallen cities
                    of buried civilizations?

So fell Jericho,
and who ministered to Rahab
          we do not know.
But in this silence,
in this failure of memory,
          we must not judge God.


It's an answer, of sorts, to the "what about the pygmies" objection.


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