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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: The Precipitation Situation
By Donna Powers
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I’ve often thought many of the women - including myself- were secretly bragging, rather than complaining. After all, being married to a Godly man is something to be proud of.
But in the last few weeks, although I remained glad that my Noah is a devout man, I have to admit I had problems believing in his latest preoccupation.
A few weeks ago, he told me God had selected him for a special task. At first, I was proud to hear this, but then he told me he’d been directed to build a gigantic boat - because God intended to destroy mankind, - but our family would be spared by getting on that boat.
He said God was going to cause water to come down from the sky: enough to cover the earth and destroy it. He also told me God had asked him to take some of the earth’s animals with us, onto the boat.
I was speechless.
Water from the sky? How could this be? There had never been such a thing. And how could God - who loves us - destroy mankind in this way? How could that be?
I didn’t know what to think. Surely, everyone agreed there was immorality and wickedness in our land. Everyone talked of how our religious leaders had been trying consistently to call the people back to the ways of God.
But even if God had turned his back on His people, why - and how - could he send water from the sky? How could this possibly happen ?
Noah was not sure how or why, although he told me perhaps the water from heaven might be God’s tears of sadness; as God wept for the people who would be lost.
Over the last few weeks, Noah has built that boat. It now towers over our home; over all the buildings in our village; it stands as an unavoidable reminder of Noah’s surety in God’s message to him.
And the other women have talked about it. They whispered when they saw me. When I came to the river, all eyes were on me. I was no longer included in the daily conversations. They seem to have concluded I should be avoided. After all, I am Noah’s wife: Noah, the crazy one who built a boat fit for a giant. No one came out and verbally condemned his actions, but I knew no one who believed Noah.
So, a week ago, when Noah told me to pack my belongings and ready our family to get into the boat, I still had my doubts. I shook my head in frustration as I packed my things. When our sons - and their incredulous wives - question me, I knew not what to say. I could only stare in wonderment as I saw the great lines of paired animals walking up to the boat.
I hesitated before I started down the path to the boat. Noah’s eyes were imploring as he urged me and the family onto the path. Many of our fellow villagers had gathered to gawk, or to call out in derision.
I slowly began walking the path, but I just couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t. I saw Noah’s certainty, and did not think him crazy, but how could he be telling the truth?
I had my doubts. I admit it
Until I felt the brisk coolness of a drop of water, falling from the sky onto my arm.
One drop. Then another. And another.
Oh, dear God! I knew in an instant; Noah’s message was true. I walked down the path, staring wonderingly at the instrument of our salvation. I have no idea what the future holds. And to leave behind all of our friends and neighbors....?
I wept as I walked; letting my own tears mingle with the tears of God
Genesis 6:9- 7:7
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