It has been a week busy with life. So, I was grateful for the other day to take an annual break with some Jesus-lovin’ gals from my Precept class to go out to Strasburg, Pa to see the amazing production of NOAH.
I’m blessed to be able to meet with these great ladies every Thursday morning to study the Bible, but our once a year get-away is a special gift. Even more spectacular is the dramatic presentation of seeing the Bible come to life at the Sight and Sound Theatre.
Between invitations from friends and family, this was my number five visit to see NOAH. Each time I see something different and new, something deeper. And it’s not just because the theatre opens into an ark. Yes, get amazed!
Everybody has a story . . . except it seems, for Mrs Noah. Her story is about her husband, the flannel-graph star of the Sunday School room, the one who dominates coloring books, and the poor guy who skeptics use as an example.
So, this time, I focused on the lady of the famed ark.
In the days of old, much like the days of now, when godlessness reigned, lived the nameless woman who stood by her man. She’s mentioned in the Bible five times; Genesis 6:18, 7:7, 7:13, 8:6, 8:8, but unnamed. However, the drama using poetic license, gave her a beautiful name. I like that.
I try and put myself in Mrs Noah’s dry shoes. She had to be a woman of great faith.
Her life is a lesson in how to let go and start over. She lived in a world gone bad, and the world she knew, and everyone in it except for her immediate family of eight, were to be destroyed. Her heart had to break as she listened to the pounding on the door and the cries of those who at the last minute begged to enter the safety of the ark.
How could she bear to know those she loved would suffer death and destruction – how can we?
It took great faith to keep her eyes looking for rainbows on the other side of the flood, instead of what was happening. It takes great faith for us to realize the story not only tells of the grace of the rainbow, but also the judgment of a holy God who hates sin.
And greater grace . . . from her oldest son, Shem, came generations to give us our Savior Jesus, who waits at the door of the ark for us to come in before His return to this earth.
Photo, courtesy of my own grandson, Japheth and his betrothed, Rachel . . . who look a little like a modern day ark couple holding a few of two of every kind, don’t you think?