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|Piety (standard:drama, 1113 words)|
|Author: SMFV||Added: Apr 27 2001||Views/Reads: 1310/711||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jonah is betrayed by Leah, his village, and God|
Jonah dragged his feet wearily through the plains that lead to the mountain he would climb. Beside him was his fiancé, taking the same weary steps. Leah was her name. Jonah loved her and she loved him back. Jonah thought now of the words his mother spoke when he announced that he would marry Leah. “Why would you marry her? You know that she is a tramp!” Jonah knew that his mother was right, but there was nothing he could do. Leah was with child and he must do what was right. And so he trudged on toward the temple that lie on the flat mountain top, with his pregnant bride to be. They had only discovered her pregnancy six days before they left. The toothless old soothsayer had informed them. They said that she knew God’s will and could see his plan for them all in the village. She saw that Leah’s belly had begun to swell. The news came as a shock, but was not all that surprising. Jonah had lain with Leah nearly six weeks before and several times after that first time. He could still remember holding her naked flesh for the first time. The memory was one of the few he actually was glad to have. The further Jonah traveled the more he wondered why they must make their journey. When he had first begun he had been on a holy quest to seek God’s advice and counsel as well as forgiveness for the sin he had committed with Leah. This is what the others in the village told him to do. They quickly found out about Leah’s child, because the soothsayer went and told them all. The elders came to Jonah and told him that he must seek forgiveness from God. Then they said that while he was there that he might as well ask for a little advice, it couldn’t hurt. After the first day, Jonah was just going to see the temple on top of the mountain. The first day’s walk had left his feet blistered and sore and had left him exhausted. He was even more exhausted by the incessant chattering of Leah. She talked about everything under the sun. First it was the gossip back home. Then she began gushing about what she would say when she actually spoke to God. She seemed confused as to how to address God. There were so many epitaphs out there and she couldn’t decide which one was more flattering to God. Finally, she settled on Lord Almighty. In her mind it made God a lord which meant he was powerful. But, not only was he Lord he was Almighty, which meant that as lords go, he was one of the most powerful. When she fell asleep next to the cooking fire Jonah was glad. He wanted to savor the silence but he decided it would be better for him to sleep as well. On the second day, Jonah had nearly reached the base of the mountain. By now he had concluded that it was too late to turn back without finishing his journey. The next day he would reach the mountain and climb it and speak with God. But then he started thinking about he concept of climbing a mountain to speak with God. God is all powerful, right? Why should he climb the stupid mountain when God could just come down and talk to him? If God were really watching us all he would come down a lot and talk to people. He would give them advice when they asked for it and He would stop them from doing really stupid things. He could kill all of the bad people. It would be great if God would just get up off his corpulent ass and start helping out around here. Needless to say, Jonah’s feet hurt quite a bit from the blisters he had. Leah was quieter that day, but mostly because Jonah’s thoughts on God were spoken out loud and were directed at her for some reason. Leah didn’t mind. She thought she was supposed to listen to the man who would be her husband like a good wife. That’s what women did. They listened when their husbands had a bad day in the fields and they took care of the children until they were old enough to get married and take on their roles in the circle of life. The boys would become farmers and would complain to their wives. The girls would become the wives that listened. It was a great system. Leah hoped she would have a little boy. She could just picture him coming home from the fields and complaining to his wife about how terrible his life was and how he couldn’t stand another day out in the fields with the other morons. Leah pictured his pretty wife who would listen while cooking dinner and who would, occasionally say, “It’s all right,” or “Tomorrow’s another day.” Leah prayed to God as she walked Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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