It took months and months for the story of Noah to play out. Nearly a year after the family boarded the ark, he could finally open the hatch and move his family and all the creatures out into the sunshine and fresh air. Imagine how wonderful that must have felt! Years ago while on vacation in the Grand Bahamas, I took my first “cruise” on what was called a semi-submarine boat. Fifty people boarded and were seated on the deck to enjoy the view of the seashore. Then, two-by-two, we were ushered down into the lower level of the boat.
The walls were made of glass to observe the wonders of the sea. As we got out to the open water, the waves came up, and so did everything I’d eaten in the past twenty-four hours. Occasionally, Glen would say, “Look over there at that school of fish.” I’d raise my head and take a peak, only to lower it again into the little bag provided as we entered the boat. When the hatch was lifted, forty-eight of the fifty passengers carried their little bags off the ship into the sunshine and fresh air.
Lord, when we embark on a journey, prepare us for rough seas and for the beauty along the way. Amen.