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.
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It's an answer, of sorts, to the "what about the pygmies" objection.
J
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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