Come With Me Along the Sweet Path of Doubt.

They kept coming. For forty days; a constant flow like the oozing of an old wound. Their weight lifted it off the ground and gave it free float. Everything in it was safe. And the more they came the better it floated.

But something beyond it was not happy. Thousands were perishing in them. The floods that saved the boat and the people in it were now destroying everyone outside it. The savior had become the killer. Like a double-edged sword was the flood that Noah had been warned about and was smart enough to complete the project without fear or doubt.

A righteous man he was. But the trials of the flood demanded more than righteousness. They demanded obedience and faith. Obedience was needed to do everything according to God’s design. Faith was necessary to believe that this gigantic boat would one day be put to use. The latter was probably harder. No one in the history of floods had seen anything of that magnitude. How would water cover the surface of the earth? How could water submerge the hill, subdue mountains, and completely gulp every living thing on the face of the earth? It was an impossible imagination. People dismissed it as the illogical madness of an old man’s wish. But Noah never thought of himself as a six hundred year old grey haired man whose sense of reality had been impaired by the passing of years. He believed. And he was saved.

The danger in our time is not found in the lack of evidence that something will not happen but in the doubt that it will.