Hi, I’m The Ark Builder’s Wife
Hello, my name is… never mind. I am the wife of the man whom God found favor with when he said in Genesis 6:7, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.” I am Noah’s wife. All this while, I’ve been silent about my personal experiences during the days of the Ark Project. Today, I speak.
My husband, uhm… what else is there to say besides what the Bible’s got to say? He was an amazing man indeed, one of a kind. There was not a day I regretted having made a choice to spend the rest of my days with him… well, there were days when I questioned why God would lay upon him a heavy task as such. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ill-fated neither did I complained; I was just a woman.
One dusk, a very long time ago, one of my sons Japheth had returned from his weekly teaching lessons. He wouldn’t refuse supper but his countenance said otherwise. I could tell he was making more than a conscious effort to swallow each morsel, and kept staring at the corner of his eye if I was staring back. He was genuinely troubled. In inquiring what was bothering him, he said, “everyone was to mention their parent’s names and professions. When I said father was an Ark Builder, they laughed at me and pointed fingers. Even the teacher asked if that was a profession, and father’s plans in sustaining it’’.
Some weeks later, I went to the market to get some food for storage. The seller asked, “so much green leaves, woman… for the home or for those animals you’ll be hosting in that shelter your husband is putting up?” Just then, the other sellers in line started murmuring and giggling and laughing, and as usual, pointing fingers at me. It is one thing to be loved by family, but it’s a totally different story when everyone one else, when society rejects and laughs at you every day.
Let’s just say the people’s talks behind my back and in my face didn’t get to me that badly. Let’s just say I wasn’t sad all the time I went out to purchase some reserve and other logistics to finish up this project; but my friends. My friends… my friends were gone. In the beginning, they said all sort of logical things to me:
“Why would God destroy everything He created”
“God isn’t that wicked. He is merciful. We will offer sacrifices and offerings to Him and He will forgive us, that is, if what you claim is true”
“If it is true, why have we not heard Him ourselves?”
“And you claim God said you should get every male and female species of animals, their foods… do you even know every animal that exists on the surface of the earth? And how can you tell which is male and female? Take the mosquito for instance”
But my faith didn’t have any logical proof. It was just faith and obedience to God and my husband.
Are you already in my shoes? No. No, I don’t think they fit anyway.
The ark was ready. After a long while, it was ready to host my family and every set of living creature. Truth is, it did. If I were to tell you how we got all the animals, my story will be longer so let’s stick to the part where we got them all to enter the ark.
So, first day with seven pairs of every kind of clean animal, a male and its mate, and one pair of every kind of unclean animal, a male and its mate, and also seven pairs of every kind of bird, male and female, to keep their various kinds alive throughout the earth… summary, DISASTER!! The hissing sound of the snakes couldn’t make me sleep. I couldn’t control the pigs, talk of my daughter in law’s OCD… oh and the goats, the ark smelled. It just smelled awful. And the mosquitoes had to bite us… they just had to bite us! Then again, we couldn’t kill any. I even lost count of the days. If my husband was 600yrs about that time, guess how old I was then; how would I have kept count? I couldn’t cheat nature; I was bound to forget things about that age.
Theologians said it was forty days; the rains. Yet the floods were on earth for a hundred and fifty days. That’s enough time to pet some of the animals and rear them. The experience became more familiar than it was tasking.
By the first day of the first month of Noah’s six hundred and first year (did I confuse you already?), the water had dried up from the earth. Noah then removed the covering from the ark and saw that the surface of the ground was dry. By the twenty-seventh day of the second month the earth was completely dry. Then God said to Noah, “Come out of the ark, you and your wife and your sons and their wives. Bring out every kind of living creature that is with you—the birds, the animals, and all the creatures that move along the ground—so they can multiply on the earth and be fruitful and increase in number on it.
All those who pointed figures, laughed at me and my sons, and even my husband, they all perished but we survived because we obeyed. Obedience unquestionably is without sacrifice and compromise. Obedience is just what it is; either you do or you don’t: it’s a simple rule.
One last thing that beat my mind though; after the flood experience, Noah got drunk and until he strip himself naked. After God had found favor in him only and pardoned your family, the next thing was to get drunk and dance till he stripped yourself naked? Who does that? 🙁