It’s not that all the animals were able to co-exist on one vessel for a long period of time.
It’s not that it took just a handful of people to build such a large ship all by themselves.
It’s not even that Hollywood was able to find a way to dumb down the story with Evan Almighty.
Fascinating as those things are.
But the thing that catches my attention the most is that Noah didn’t argue.
There is no recorded mumbling or groaning or complaining by Noah, his wife, his kids, nor his kids’ wives.
Let’s put this in perspective, and you’ll see why I find it so fascinating.
Take my lead and put yourself in Noah’s sandals and feel the heaviness of the moment weighing down on you as you hear God speaking to you:
Then God said to Andrew, “The end of all flesh has come before Me; for the earth is filled with violence because of them; and behold, I am about to destroy them with the earth.”
So at this point I’m thinking, “Sounds fair. It’s what I’ve been thinking should happen all along what with the 50 Shades and Twilight phenomenons.”
But then after thinking about it, I realize my earth is going to end. My world. Keep in mind that I’m only 29, and Noah was around 600 years old. His memories, his childhood homes, his whole world was about to be destroyed. Family friends, relatives, cousins he’d grown up playing sticks and stones with. All were going to be destroyed. Six hundred years worth of friends, memorable places, favorite restaurants and other comforts.
The trees he once climbed, the meadows he once flew in, the bridge he shared his first kiss on, the alter where he made his vows. All of it destroyed.
Then God continues, “Make for yourself an ark of gopher wood; you shall make the ark with rooms, and shall cover it inside and out with pitch. This is how you shall make it…”
Noah either had a great memory at 600, or he was smart enough to jot these divine instructions down. I would smile and nod as I usually do, but somewhere in the back of my head I’d be thinking, “This is a lot of work. I barely have time to clip and sell enough wool to sell in the market to make ends meet, and now you’re expecting me to take on a whole new vocation as a carpenter?”
Maybe Noah already had blessed hands and worked well with wood, so it’s hard for me to fathom being handed such a task. Just yesterday I couldn’t even drill a hole correctly to hang the curtain rods up without screwing it up (pun).
So between the Doomsday prophecy and the extra work load, I’m fascinated that Noah didn’t complain.
But maybe that’s why God chose him.
But then again… Moses talked back, and he was only told to pass a simple message along to the Pharaoh.
… Jonah ran away and he was only asked to evangelize in God’s name.
… the young rich man was only asked to throw a yard sale and give to the poor.
… I’m only asked to pray faithfully for my wife and future kids.
What is God asking of you?
It’s not likely that He’s telling you to quit your job to build a bomb-shelter for the upcoming nuclear fallout and wave adios to your friends and family for forever.
Heck, it’s probably not even likely that He’s asking you to lay down your life for the sake of the Gospel.
Though that day may be coming.
Noah was ready to do all that God had asked him, and he didn’t complain. He was ready. True, he had 600 years to prepare, but he also had 600 years to mess around.
I heard on the News this morning that life expectancy is supposed to go up to 111 years in our generation. If you’re my age, that means you roughly have around 82 years to get ready for what God might be preparing to ask of you. But probably a lot less time that that, because realistically most of us will be lucky to live past 82, so we can now recalculate that we will only have 53 years left to live.
Genesis 6:9. Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his time; Noah walked with God.
Could that be said of you now? Could it be said of me? Because if we’re righteous and blameless now, not taking part in the corruption of the world that’s daily laid out before us on a silver plater, it may just be that we might not have a reason to complain when God asks us of things.
Just have your tools ready for when He does. And no complaining.