"Because of sin, the Lord is sending judgement. Repent!"
Bang! Whack! Bang!
Noah turns to his sons who are busy finishing the construction of the ark, "Sons, stop for a minute, they all need to hear this."
Noah turns back to the onlookers and yells, "The Lord is our Saviour and He has provided salvation from His wrath. Come, come to the ark so you will not die in the rain and flood to come." Noah's voice booms like thunder but the crowd is not affected by the verbal storm. Many laugh, and others just walk away.
"Dad, what's rain?"
"That old crazy man says that rain is water falling from the sky."
"What's a flood?"
"Well, Noah says when it rains a whole bunch the water will be everywhere and everything will be under water. I guess that's what he means by a flood."
"Daddy, I don't want to be in a flood."
"Son, there is nothing to be afraid of. It has never rained before. Why should it rain now?"
A little further down the path the boy points at a bear and says to his father, "Dad! Look! The bears from the cave up on the hill!"
"Son, I don't think I've ever seen the bears this far from their cave."
"Dad, we should go tell Noah the bears are going toward his ark." They are too far away. They watched as Noah stands on the ramp and the bears walks up to him. Noah, pets the lead bear and the animal bellows out a thunderous growl, Noah smacks it on the hindquarters and it walks into the ark followed by the female.
Several days later, Noah rises from his knees and calls his sons, "Shem, Ham, Japheth, go fetch your mother and your wives, the Lord has told me that only one pair of animals remains, once they arrive He will soon shut the door." The sons of Noah went to gather the women.
Noah looks down at the ramp beneath his feet, laughs and gives praise to God, "Well, to God be the glory! The last two animals have arrived." Noah reaches down and picks up two snails. "When did God tell you guys to come? He told me 120 years ago about the rain. Well, it's almost time, let me take you into the ark."
A week later, further up the hill, an excited boy shows off to his dad. "Dad! Dad! Come quick, look at what I've wrote."
"So, my young son is a writer?" Dad said as he entered the cave. "My Son, what is that? Noah I see?"
"Yes Father. This is Noah on the ark preaching and all the people listening to him. Over here, is the rain and people dying in the flood as Noah said they would."
"Why did you write these pictures on the wall? Why pictures of Noah and the rain?"
"I dunno, I just did."
"You don't believe that old man do you? I've told you its never going to rain."
"No father I know you will never lie to me."
"Come out of this cave, I don't want you in here anymore writing about that old kook."
Still walking about a hundred yards from the cave, water smashes into father and son like a fire hose from the sky, knocking both to the ground. Dad reaches out for his son but the crushing wall of waves of the first rain and the ground giving way from the instant saturation is too much for any man to overcome. The wrath of God is too much for any man to fight through. As all that breathe air died so did the man and his son.
Several thousand years later, "Professor, look over here, more Noah type carvings on this wall."
"Almost every ancient civilization has some sort of catastrophic flood story."
"Professor, look at this these drawings they are only about waist high, all the others we have seen are at or near eye level. I wonder if they were written by a child."
"We'll label this cave "Flood Boy" in honor of the child that must have written on this wall. Let's call it a day and go eat dinner. Have you ever had snails?"
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