Would you get a load of this?
Kirby approached his neighbor’s front yard. He could not believe his eyes.
What in the world is this fool doing?
He always thought that his neighbor Noah was a little bit weird, but this was way beyond wierd--this was just plain whacko.
“What in the world? Are you digging to China, Noah?” Kirby yelled as he walked over to the edge of the huge pit in his neighbor’s yard. He could see a shovel pop every once in awhile as it hurled out dark, moist earth.
Noah looked up at Kirby from the bottom of the pit. “Nope, I’m not digging to China. I’m on a mission.”
Kirby snorted. Noah was covered in a blanket of dirt. In fact, there were only two clean spots on him—the two perfect circles underneath his round, wide-rimmed glasses.
”Why don’t you come down here and help me dig and I’ll tell you about my mission?” Noah leaned to rest on his shovel. His eyes shined with the sincerity of his invitation.
“Why are you digging, anyway?” Kirby asked. He was not interested in contributing to the cause of a madman, but he was curious.
“The Lord told me to dig this shelter, Kirby. He said that a huge earthquake’s coming and that my family and I would be safe in it.” Noah wiped the sweat off his face with his right wrist, unknowingly smearing mud across his cheek.
“You’re serious?” Kirby could not hold in his laugh. “The Lord, told you, huh? Well, this is California, so the chances are pretty good that an ol’ roller will come through at some point. How long do you plan to stay down in the shelter?” He could just imagine Noah and his whole crazy family huddled underground for months, eating trail-mix and rationing water.
“Actually, Kirby, I have to finish the shelter this weekend. The Lord wants my whole family and I in here on Sunday before sundown. You’re welcome to join us, you know.” Noah’s sincerity stood in stark contrast to Kirby’s mocking tone.
“Oh, no, that’s quite alright old man. Sunday night my family and I will be at home on the couch watching the WB.”
“Well, I’ll pray that you will change your mind. And if you do, you know where to find me.” Noah looked earnestly at Kirby and then resumed digging. Kirby kicked a chunk of dirt into the hole and walked away.
Noah worked feverishly on his shelter day after day. Neighbors occasionally came by to point and laugh and ask questions, but no one believed Noah. But Noah trusted God despite their rejections.
“You and your family are the only ones pleasing in my sight. I will send a mighty earthquake to destroy the world and everyone on it. I will protect two of every animal Noah, but you must build a shelter in the earth.”
Noah went door to door asking others to repent and to build a shelter. They laughed loudly at him and slammed their doors, peering out through their windows to make sure he left their yards. In the end, Noah was the only won who built a shelter.
Sunday came and the sun dropped in the late afternoon sky. Noah gathered his family inside the shelter. As the sunlight faded, they all held hands and Noah prayed.
Lord, though they have rejected You, may you change their hearts even now at this late hour. Amen.
Noah looked up through a small crevice in the wooden roof of his shelter. Only a small shard of light flickered through.
The day is nearly over. We place our faith in you, Lord.
Noah took a deep breath and squeezed his wife’s hand.
“Let me in! Let me in!” A loud voice yelled from above and someone began to pound desperately on the roof. “I believe you. I believe God! Please let me in!” Noah’s whole family jumped up.
Noah quickly climbed up the small ladder at the side of his shelter and pushed up the cover. He smiled. Kirby’s eyes were wide with panic as he crawled down the ladder with Noah.
“It’s so quiet out there, man! It’s eerie.”
“Shhh, it’s OK.” Noah said. “Here, sit down and let’s pray together. There may be others whose hearts will change.”
“Dear Lord…” Noah began.
But it was too late. The belly of the earth began to rumble.