And Jeremiah sank in the mud.
Just let that ring in your ears and heart for a minute.
This man, this prophet, this man of God, is being obedient, proclaiming the words the Lord tells him, living uprightly–and for all of this, he is thrown in a cistern. Thrown in a deep, dark, sloshy pit.
Eventually, he is rescued, brought before the king, and the king gives him pardon and his backing–but just imagine spending days, maybe even weeks in a pit like that.
It messes with me. Does it mess with you?