The ‘call to prayer’ resonated from the local mosque. It was 6.12pm on my watch as I watched with interest as the locals, without question, query or comment, unravelled their prayer-mats and, looking eastward, prostrated themselves. I was impressed by their devotion. Then the Spirit of God quietly whispered to me: Whilst the sailors called upon their gods, Jonah slept! The thought came like an arrow piercing my heart. The storm raged, it should have been Jonah praying, calling upon his God, but the man of God was asleep.