That morning, Jonah took a nice hot shower and tried to decide if he was crazy or not.

There are two types of "Message From God" people. The first type is the person that has some beautiful, cosmic dream and decides God must have sent it. These people usually end up preaching on street corners and talking about the oneness of things, and generally making fools of themselves. The other type is the person who actually gets a message from God. These people invariably decide that they're going crazy.

Usually that's because they don't know what the hell God's talking about.

Jonah stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, thinking about The Message. He took his toothbrush from the medicine cabinet, smeared it with some nameless brand of toothpaste, and began to brush.

"If it wasn't God," he thought, "then I'm going crazy."

He brushed his molars furiously.

"If it was God, why the hell does he want me to go to Nineveh Park?"

He spat a mouthful of foam into the sink and watched it swirl away.

"The Flesh will become Words?" he thought.

He decided he was probably crazy.

He closed the cabinet and stared hard at himself in the mirror. He stared for a long time. "I'm not going," he said at last.

Then I sort of leaned down into his little world and whispered a thought into his head:

"Yes you are, Jonah. Yes you are."

Poor Jonah went white and gripped the edges on the sink, hard. He stood for a few seconds, studying his face in the mirror. Then he turned quickly, grabbed a comb, and ran downstairs to his car.

But he wasn't going to Nineveh Park. He was going to church.