A Fishy Tale - NCCG.ORG Ning Network Archive 2008-10

A Fishy Tale

by Steven Wilson

Morah sat on the beach throwing pebbles into the sea. She
was angry! Her parents were always telling her what to do and she
was fed up with it. Determined never to obey them again, she
flung her last pebble into the water and turned to leave.

No sooner had her pebble splashed down into the sea than the
waters began to froth and foam. Huge waves rose and crashed onto
the sand.

"Crumbs!" she shrieked spinning round. "I didn't throw it
that hard!" But it hadn't been her pebble that had caused the
water to react so violently. It had been the forty-foot fish that
was at that very moment beached right in front of her.

Morah froze. She didn't like fish at the best of time and
certainly not huge big ones that kept winking at her. She was
wondering what she should do, when suddenly the huge fish began
to retch. It was about to be sick and Morah was standing in the
firing line. She dived for a nearby bush just in time as the fish
gave one last heave and was sick all over the sand.

What a mess! There were seaweed and timbers, and old rags
and...and...and .... Morah rubbed her eyes. She could hardly
believe what she saw. There in amongst all the debris was a man.
He was alive. He was covered in goo and bleached as white as a
lamb, but he was alive.

The man staggered to his feet and the huge fish thrashed
back into the sea.

The man was small with a tangled beard that was more seaweed
than hair. His skin was wrinkled like a prune and he smelled
horrible. "What a pong!" thought Morah, as she cupped her hand
over her nose and sank lower behind the hedge. "How on earth did
he end up inside a fish?"

She watched him pull a piece of driftwood from between his
toes, clear the mucus from his eyes and ears, and struggle up the
beach until he was gone.

She heaved a sigh of relief and climbed out from behind her
bush to set off for home.

Although her thoughts were taken up by the strange events on
the beach, she was still determined to tell her parents that she
had decided not to do what they ask ever again.

"I've just seen him!" she heard her father's voice tell as
she neared the house. "The same man that told us to throw him in
the sea because he had angered his Elohim. He said it would stop the
storm. And it did!"

"Wow!" said Morah's mother as Morah entered the house. "He
must have a mighty powerful Elohim to stop the storm like that. Why
didn't he drown?"

"Well apparently," Morah's father continued, "he's been in
the belly of a fish for three days and nights. Now that is a
mighty Elohim he follows, if you ask me."

Morah froze once more at the mention of the big fish. So
that's how the strange man had ended up inside the fish. He'd
angered his Elohim.

"How did he anger his Elohim?" asked Morah, somewhat surprising
her parents who hadn't noticed her come in.

"Well," said her father, crouching down to give his daughter
a big hug. "Apparently he refused to do what Yahweh had asked him to
do!"

"Really!" gasped Morah remembering the sight of the
bedraggled old man who had just spent three days inside the belly
of a fish. "Oh dear!" And without another thought, Morah turned
to her mother and said, "Is there anything you would like me to
do? You only have to ask, you know. I'll be only too willing."

And with that, Morah grabbed a broom and frantically began
cleaning the house.

THINK!
Do you think Morah was right, not wanting to help her parents?
Why is it important to help other people?
What sorts of things can you do that would help Yahweh?

REMEMBER
Sometimes the simplest actions can bring the greatest
rewards!

A VERSE TO LEARN
Yah'shua said: "And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to
one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you
the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward" (Matthew 10:42
- NIV).

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