For too long I have remained silent. I’ve bit my tongue while people—preachers in particular—have drug my name through the mud, using me as a don’t-be-like-him example. A man can take only so much. And I’ve taken more than my fill. It’s time to speak, to defend my honor, to present my case. I am Jonah, the unnamed “older brother” in that embarrassing tale that the rabbi from Nazareth told. And since you’ve heard his side of the story, now hear mine.