Water. I love to drink it. But floating on it? Not my favorite pastime. Remember Noah? He spent some quality time afloat in that giant boat. Everywhere he looked—north, south, east, and west—water. Just water. For forty days and nights, the rain came down, unrelenting. I imagine Noah sitting in that ark, surrounded by the noises of animals and the pounding rain, wondering, How long will this last? Can God re-create the world? Can we begin again?
Then, one day, the boat bumped into something solid. The rocking stopped. Maybe Noah breathed a sigh of relief. But still, all around him, there was nothing but water.
Noah, ever the man of faith, decided to take action. He sent a raven. It didn’t return. So, he tried again, this time with a dove. Holding his breath and praying, he let the bird go, watching it until it became just a speck in the sky.
