Most days, I feel like Yonah (Jonah) It would be a lie if I said it wasn't true. Echos in my head of "I dont care," I don't care what the people are doing or what they are not doing. I don't care that the people relish in lawlessness like a pig bathing in mud. Why should I speak? Seems like a waste of breath and time. Explaining the Truth to people who don't care. Accompanied with their ignorance is anger, And I'm the one getting beat on. When is enough enough? How long before they listen? How long before the fire that You speak of is lit? And their hearts are turned back to you. When your Word is held at its true value and your people are single minded. Help your servant endure in the waiting. Without bitterness or hatred, But love and compassion. May you guide me so that my fruit does not resemble the brother of the prodigal son. Because most days I feel like Yonah.