I have thought about Noah a lot lately. Everyone in the world had lost sight of God (think the Roaring Twenties meets the Hedonism II resort) yet he kept to himself, trying to be upstanding in a world falling down around him. It must have been lonely, being the only family to not partake in the party. I am sure there was ridicule and maybe even bullying involved.
“Come on, Noah, quit being such a stick in the mud. You are missing the best party in the world, dude.”
“Look at Noah, what a pansy. You think you are too good for us, well you’re not. You are nothing, Noah. NOTHING!”
In the wee hours of the morning, as the party breaks up, did they walk by Noah’s quiet home and shout obscenities, throw rocks, threaten harm?
Then, Noah gets the call of a lifetime.
“Noah, it’s me, God. You need to build a boat the size of a small village, so big you can’t hide the fact that you are building it. I know you have never even built a rowboat, but don’t worry, you can do this, I have the instructions right here. I know you are hundreds of miles from the sea. It’s not for the sea. There will be a flood that will cover the earth with water from rain. Oh, I forgot. You don’t know about rain. Rain is…”
Me, I would have said you are crazy. You have the wrong number. Not Noah. He never questioned any of it. God gave him the boat building instructions, Noah got to work.
So, if Noah was already the outcast, the easy target of jokes and insults, what was he now? The world was wicked and cruel. Now he was building a boat in his front yard. It must have been painful to deal with the wisecracks, the teasing, the taunting, all of the questions. I am sure even his own family had a few questions. Well, maybe more than a few. But, he was steadfast in his purpose. He never wavered. He. Never. Wavered.
I have been thinking about Noah because I have been wavering. I have listened to others, ignoring God, wanting comfort, peace, the questions to stop. I caved under the pressure. I wavered. I wasn’t even building an ark in my front yard.
Noah got to work. He ignored all of the questions. He wasn’t overwhelmed with the size of the project. He didn’t ask God to pick someone else. Noah got to work.
And that is why I have been thinking about Noah a lot lately.
I got a call and I need to get to work.