by Renton Maclachlan March 1, 1999
Every day he was appalled. Every day things became worse. Yesterday it
was old Zack down the road, beaten up and killed for a few lousy flakes
of gold. Last month, a whole village had been destroyed by a gang of
thugs. If things carried on this way, no wonder God would have to act,
as he had told Noah a long time ago.
Then there was his family’s safety. His three boys had married nice
girls, and it was good they lived in the family compound and worked the
family business. Security in the compound had been “beefed up” over the
years.
It was just incredible how quickly people had removed God from their
thinking. It was only about 1,600 years since the first man, the grand
old man of the race, had been created by God in a state of perfection.
But Adam and his wife had rebelled against God, and his children and
their descendants had also, to varying degrees. Now, it seemed, the
rejection of God was everywhere you turned, and it was being lived out
in all sorts of horrible ways.
It had been many decades now since God had told Noah that He would
not put up with such evil forever. In fact He had set 120 years as the
limit, without saying what would happen. Clearly He had something big in
mind, and now whatever it would be was getting much closer.
Noah knew that God was God, so He should be served, trusted and
obeyed. Noah did exactly that. He did all his business honestly and
truthfully because he knew God—and his enterprises prospered, bringing
him great wealth. He was true to his wife because he knew God. And he
worked to suppress evil as best he could—all because he knew God. But
fewer and fewer cared—in fact, by now Noah did not know anyone outside
his family who really trusted God.
Then God spoke to Noah again, and this time it really blew his mind.
1 He told Noah to build a really massive boat—more like a multi-deck barge, actually.
It was to be much bigger than any boats that had ever been built. He
was to do this because God said He was going to wipe out all people and
land-dwelling animals by flooding the entire Earth. God would send to
Noah some of all the types of land animals,
2 so the new world could be repopulated after the Flood.
Noah’s construction company had built some big things in his time,
but nothing like this. Plans were drawn up to the dimensions God had
given him, and materials purchased. The whole neighborhood, in fact the
whole country got to hear of it. “Noah’s folly,” they called it—but at
least it meant there was no unemployment in the area. Workers were
happy—Noah was a good boss, and they didn’t care what old Noah spent his
money on, as long as some of it went their way.
So month after month, which stretched into year after year, the boat
was built. New technologies were developed, like the tree resin
waterproofing system that Noah insisted on.
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But Noah had to be crazy! He was not even building the vessel by a
river, and there was no launching ramp to any water. It was just stuck
there, out in the countryside, a huge structure weighing thousands of
tonnes—with the cranes and scaffolding and workshops all around it
.
Noah said that the boat didn’t need to be taken to water—because the
water was going to come to it. Who ever heard such a thing? When pushed
by reporters, he couldn’t even tell when, or from where, the water was
going to come.
The years came and went and it was getting close to being finished.
The thousands of animal stalls and cages were going in. Sub-contractors
and sawmills were running overtime, and hardware suppliers had never
had it so good.
“Mad old Noah” had employed stock feed researchers to work on food
requirements and food production techniques. The farmers, too, were
busy, producing stockpiles of grain and other produce. Systems of drying
and preserving food were researched and refined. As the construction of
the huge vessel approached completion, transport firms hauled the
mountains of food to the site. It was then craned on board and stored in
the special food holds. Food hoppers, water piping and troughs were
installed, along with the waste disposal systems.
Even if he was crazy, one thing you had to say about Noah was that
he did things in a big way. Many wondered what they would do for a job
once it was all finished. Noah kept on saying that there was no point
worrying about unemployment, because unless you were on board the boat
when the water came, you’d be dead.
When everything was finished, and all the food was stored, Noah had
all the cranes, workshops, barns and silos taken down and carted away.
He said that when the water came, he did not want to be ramming any
building with the boat as it went out of the yard. There would be no
future in getting holed in the first few minutes of the trip!
One day Noah announced there were seven days to go. If anyone wanted
to join him and his family and miss out on the great dying, then they
were quite welcome. A number of his friends were tempted, but weren’t
really convinced, and didn’t want to be seen as fools like Noah.
Sure, he was a nice guy and a good friend. He talked too much about
God, but he was honest, thoughtful, and he always helped you when you
needed it. Seven days to go and not an animal in one of the cages on
board that boat! He had to be nuts.
Some began having second thoughts when animals started arriving.
Then the countryside seemed to turn into a walking zoo. Animals,
including many they had never seen before—and birds flying in from all
directions.
It was as though they all had compasses zeroed in on the boat out in
the middle of Noah’s property. And they kept on pouring in, day after
day. It was rather unnerving. There were no herds of animals.
Occasionally there were seven of each type, but in most cases just two—a
male and a female. And they were all young — no older than a year or
two, so even the brachiosaurs were not much bigger than horses.
After three days, a carnival atmosphere had developed, with fast
food stalls and buskers on the main road feeding and entertaining the
thousands of onlookers.
And now the day had arrived, and the roads were packed with
people who had come to have a real laugh at old Noah. But if the past
week had been unnerving with all the animals arriving, it was positively
weird today because there were no more—not one!
Just then, Noah came to the great side door, as if to make a speech.
“See you tomorrow, Noah!” someone called out. Everyone joined in the
laughing and jeering. When it died down, Noah spoke.
“I want to thank those who helped me so much in working on this
project. I am deeply grateful. I’ve talked to many of you over these
past years about why this boat has been built. I’ve told you that God is
patient and kind and does not want anyone to perish, but that His
patience was running out. I have urged you to turn from your rebellion
against God and from your selfish ways, and to trust God and to join me
when the day arrives.
“Relatives, friends and neighbors, the day has arrived! You
can come and join me and my family now if you believe what God has said.
If not, I’m sorry but I have to say goodbye. You will never see me
again.”
And he went out into the crowd and shook hands with those he’d known
for so many years. He tearfully hugged his brothers and sisters, who
also thought he was crazy. His grandfather Methuselah hadn’t thought so.
He had encouraged him greatly in building the boat, but had died just a
few weeks ago at the age of 969. His name meant “when he dies, it shall
come”—that made sense now.
As Noah went through the door opening, one of his design engineers
called out, “How are you going to lift the door shut? You’ve got the
bolts and locks for when it’s up and shut, but how will you shut it?”
“Yeah! How are you going to shut the door, Noah? How ya gonna shut the
door?” the crowd chimed in, amidst swelling, mocking laughter.
And then slowly a hush fell over the crowd as first one person—and
then another—saw it. The end of the massive door that was resting on the
ground began to lift by itself, swinging up slowly and silently until
it thudded shut into its opening. In the dead quiet that followed, they
distinctly heard Noah and his sons fitting the bars and catches to it.
“Whew, that makes you think, doesn’t it?” someone said. “Spooky,”
said another. But as time went on and nothing more happened, the
carnival atmosphere and jeering returned. “See ya in the morning, Noah!”
What was that? Did the ground move? There it was again. A mild but
distinct movement under-foot. Suddenly pandemonium broke loose! The
ground shook and swayed, throwing everyone off their feet. Huge cracks
snaked across the countryside. Water began shooting out of the ground
like massive fountains, and fire and steam could be seen pouring out of
the distant hills.
Panic shot through the crowd as they bounced helplessly on the
ground. One of the engineers vividly remembered Noah’s insistence that
the ship be built dozens of times stronger than he thought it ever
needed to be—but that thought drowned as a wall of water hit him and the
others and swept them all away. The sky was now black, and incredibly
violent rain began. And in the deepening, surging waters Noah’s boat
began to float.
After nearly six weeks, the endless din of pounding rain stopped.
Four months later, they felt a bump as the vessel ran aground. Their
five month ride on a world without land had finally come to an end. But
it wasn’t over yet! Now they could feel earthquakes again, which seemed
to go on continually. For seven more months they waited, in which time
the land began to appear from beneath the water
4 and the shaking gradually diminished. The world destroying cataclysm—God’s judgment on a wicked world, was over.
Three hundred and seventy-one days later, over a year after the door
was shut, they opened it and came out along with the animals. They were
in a new world.
The buzzing of insects filled the air. Plants were sprouting here
and there from under the mud alongside the occasional bone of a dead
animal. Many of the hillsides were already draped in vegetation; some of
the faster-growing tree varieties were already quite tall. Countless
dead things lay buried in the kilometers of mud and sand, already
hardening, beneath their feet. But apart from those who had ridden on
the Ark with them, there were no people—and no land animals.
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Noah trusted what God said about the Flood, even when no one had
ever seen such a thing. Because he trusted God, Noah built the Ark, and
in doing so, he and his family became the only ones who were not
destroyed.
And because he trusted God all of us are here—because all of us,
even the world’s skeptics, are descendants of the families of Noah’s
three sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth.
The Great Flood shows us what God thinks of sin. We need a refuge
just as Noah and his family did. The refuge God has made available for
us is Jesus Christ, who died to take away sin. Just as Noah trusted God,
make sure you trust in Jesus, so you can be free from the judgment of
God on those who rebel against Him.
Renton Maclachlan has been promoting
creation science for about 20 years. He is married to Merilyn, who
home-schools their three daughters. He directed Inter-School Christian
Fellowship summer camps for a decade, and has a concern to publicly
challenge non-Christian thought.
Footnotes
- The Lord spoke in reference to the Flood in Gen 6:7 and Gen 7:13–21. Following the structure of Genesis first proposed by P.J. Wiseman, and mentioned favorably by Dr Henry Morris
and others, these two instances of God speaking are in two different
documents. The first document is attributed to Noah, and runs from Gen 5:1b–6:8. The second (Gen 6:9–10:1a)
is attributed to “the sons of Noah.” The first makes no specific
reference to the Flood or the Ark. The 120 years is mentioned in
connection with God’s patience wearing thin; I believe it refers to the
time left before God acted in judgment, not to human lifespans. Neither
Shem, Ham, nor Japheth was born at the time of this communication from
God, as Gen 5:32
indicates they were born after Noah was 500 years old. The details
about the Flood and the Ark are given in the next document, apparently
after the sons had married (Gen 6:18). See also R. Grigg, Did Moses really write Genesis? Creation 20(4).
- The Bible indicates that it was only to be land animals which breathed through nostrils (Gen 7:22).
Thus this probably included only vertebrates, i.e. not insects and the
like, who could survive outside the Ark on rafts of matted vegetation,
driftwood, pumice and the like.
- In Genesis 6:14, God told Noah to “cover” the Ark with “a covering” (lit. Hebrew—kaphar),
which has been translated “pitch.” Bituminous pitch comes from
Flood-buried organisms (mainly plants), so would not have existed then.
But for centuries, people have boiled tree resin with charcoal to make
waterproofing nautical “pitch.” See Walker, T., The Pitch for Noah’s
Ark, Creation 7(1):20, 1984.
- Psalm 104:8,
referring to God’s promise never to let water cover the earth again,
indicates massive earth movements after the Flood; with mountains rising
and ocean basins deepening as the waters drain into them. See Taylor,
C.V., Did mountains really rise according to Psalm 104:8? CEN Technical Journal 12(3):312–313, 1998.
By Fleshing Out the Details with Reasoned Imagination, the Bible’s True Account of the Flood Comes Vividly Alive . . .