Improving our performance sufficiently to qualify ourselves for heaven is always a doomed exercise—and now it was too late for Jonah go to synagogue, too late to give more money, too late to learn more Bible. All he could do was humble himself before the Lord and cry out for help—”I called to the Lord … I called for help” (v 2); “I remembered you, Lord, and my prayer rose to you” (v 7).
