Noah awoke with a start. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He looked up in recognition. Slipping to the floor and laying prostrate, he answered.
“Yes, Lord. I am here.”
Open the window. The rain has ceased.
Noah got up and hurried to the viewing deck. Opening the shutter, he looked out.
Sunlight streamed into the Ark. But more amazing was the calmer sea, now barren of
rotting bodies. Suddenly he couldn't contain himself.
“Shem! Japheth! Ham!” he shouted. “Open the shutters! Let the sunlight in!”
Awakened by the shouting, Naamah soon joined him.
“The Lord is good, Naamah. He kept His promise! The storm is over.”
“What about Jareb and his mountain?”
“The mountain blew apart during the night. I actually saw it happen, Naamah. It was
perhaps the saddest moment of my life. Jareb was so close to the truth, yet never accepted
it. He led a whole multitude to their deaths.”
“Will you write Jareb"s story so that people will see the danger of not listening to God?”
“Yes. While Shem has been busy with writing the family record of these days, I have
written down all about Methuselah, Lamech, and Jareb. I have even chronicled the
building of the Ark under Hiram.”
“Will man ever again face judgment?”
“I hope not! But God has not promised me that; in fact, Enoch prophesied another
judgment, and man"s record is not too encouraging.”
“But,” Naamah continued, her face full of confusion, “if man has your records to read
and remember, surely he would not tempt God again?”
“I do not know the future, Naamah. But I know men. They may have all the knowledge
this Ark contains and still they would be prone to sin. I only know this: God is merciful
and slow to anger. He will preserve His Word and provide a Redeemer. That is our hope,
Naamah and the hope of mankind!”
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