It wasn’t raining when Noah built the ark…
This past week I had the honor of being called to jury duty. Jury duty is one of the highest callings for a citizen of our country. Yes, we all whence when we open the mailbox and discover the summons but our nation’s judicial system is founded on it.
During those two days of the jury selection, I was chosen for two jury pools. We went into a judge’s courtroom, listened to the state and defense attorneys ask us questions pertaining to our ability to be open-minded and pass judgment strictly based on the facts presented.
At one point, the assistant district attorney presented a scenario about her nephew and her dog. She shared that she left them watching television while she went to take a shower. When she came out of her room, her nephew and dog were both sitting on the sofa watching TV but a single slice of her chocolate pie was missing. There were crumbs on the counter; a dirty plate, knife and fork were in the dishwasher. Her question was: Who ate the piece of pie?
No, we didn’t see her nephew eat the pie. Her dog was probably not capable of all that. We would have had to have been there to ‘know’ who did it. All obvious statements.
The same logic could be concluded when we think about Mrs. Noah. (Henceforth referred to as MN) The Bible tells us she got on the Ark and she got off, that she was married to Noah and that they had three sons.
The Bible also tells us that the world was a pretty bad place at this time.
Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence. The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. So the LORD said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” Gen. 6:11-13
God regretted making man. I wonder how God feels about us today? Things seem pretty bad in our world today, especially if we are listening to the major news networks.
But there was this one guy….
But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD. Gen. 6:8
MN was married to the ONE man on earth who walked Faithfully with God.
Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked faithfully with God. Gen.6:9
The Bible tells us that it had NEVER rained before the great floor. The earth had had a firmament over it, giving it a greenhouse-type atmosphere. So I can only imagine what the neighbors thought of MN’s husband as he began to build in their back yard. I’m sure at first, some of the ladies were perhaps jealous that MN’s husband was building her a mansion. But week after week rolled by and it became evident that this was no house. Whispers must have escalated when year after year this huge structure took on the shape of a boat. I can hear the gossiping tongues as they made their way back from gathering water at the river. “How on earth does he think he’ll ever get that monstrosity down to the water?” “That thing will never float, even if he could get it to the water!”
But…MN’s husband continued to cut boards, hammer, and increasing the size of the boat…year after year.
Most scholars agree that it took Noah on the shy side of one hundred years to build the ark. So for a hundred years, MN’s neighbors most likely referred to her as the wife of that “cray-cray” guy building a huge boat on dry ground.
Most of this is speculation. But I propose that we’ve all had a taste of being considered that weird one. Like Christine Caine said, “Christians believe in immaculate conception of course we’re crazy.” Like most of us, MN surely asked God, “Really ?”
But looking back on her act of ‘getting on the boat’…her salvation was in that boat. It was the only way for her to be saved. It was the only way for her family to be saved. So despite what others said, despite being shunned for the better part of a hundred years… MN believed… got on the boat… and was saved.
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Cindy Willingham is a landscape designer, small group leader, avid encourager, and sinner saved by grace who is eight years new to Birmingham, Alabama. Her sweet husband of 37 years, two married children and four grand-kiddos fill her life with unbelievable fun and sweet snuggles. She thinks God is awesome and that the best adventure starts with saying yes to that still, small voice. ~ To read Cindy’s BoP Bio click here.