Ninevah, PA: Like Jonah, Without The Threatening

Ninevah, PA is often called a metropolis by those who live in it. Sarcastically, that is. It isn't very big. The area can't be much bigger than a square mile, with maybe 100 people in all. We spent the weekend with a number of those people. A few of them were recently accepted into Elite universities but chose to forgo the honor because they didn't feel quite right about things. Another man has worked at a company as a welder for quite some time. He has a nice house and a beautiful family. A couple of them drink too much, too often. Two of them are pastors at a relatively large church (for the area). And no, the pastors are not the same ones who drink too much too often, though the irony in that might have a different effect on some. I, for example, might chuckle about it before I remembered the seriousness of life--and then stop listening to them. Anyway. I've spent a lot of time with a good amount of these people since I was born.

But you haven't. You don't know anyone in Ninevah, PA, probably. You may have never heard of it--and you might even live in PA. I don't believe they even have some claim to fame like "Lincoln's boyhood home" or "the place where Dan Quail grew up." Most people probably wouldn't think much if it ceased to exist. Well, except for the people who have connections there. You know, the people who have friends or family or childhood memories of the place. Those are the people who would care--those are the people who have given a bit of themselves to the people there, to the place. I like that the place has a piece of me, of us. They've taught us in a unique way, in a way that gives hope or enables plans for the future to be hoped upon. I suppose they must've taken something like that from us as well. It's a good thing, that connection is. And so we move.