Historian Susan Wise Bauer calls the Great Flood the “The Earliest Story.” The story is found in the tales “of a dozen different races”—from China to pre-Columbian America—and “is the closest thing to a universal story that the human race possesses.”
This famous story is recorded in Genesis 6-9, where God grieves that he has made sinful man and determines to wipe him off the face of the Earth with a great flood. But righteous Noah finds favor with God, who instructs him to build an ark in which he, his family, and a remnant of animals can survive the deluge and begin again.
We will not always understand God and His ways, but we can trust Him.
Noah must have wondered if God’s plan was best because, after all, a worldwide flood seems very harsh. However, God had an eternal plan in mind. He knew the sinful state of the world was self-destructive and loved the world enough to intervene.
His plan ultimately provided a way for you and me to come to salvation. God sees the bigger picture, so we must trust Him even when we don’t understand His ways.
In Isaiah 55:8-9 we are reminded that God says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.
Eventually the story Noah became a foreshadow of mankind through our Savior the Lord Jesus who saved us and granted us eternal life. May we learn to trust God in all our ways.
Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
He flew into the water, not realizing that an alligator was swimming towards him. His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the alligator. She ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could.
Hearing her voice, the little boy made a U-turn towards his mother. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached the boy. Then began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger, but the mother refused to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, and shot the alligator dead.
The little boy survived. His legs scarred by the alligator and, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother’s fingernails dug into his flesh to hang on to the son she loved.
A reporter, who interviewed the boy asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs showing his scars. “I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn’t let go.”
We might have scars from an experience that shows us that Jesus Christ would not let go of us. He will never let go. The marks are not on our bodies but on His. Place your hand in the nail-scarred hands.
Happy Mother’s Day.