“As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.”
(Reference: Matthew 24:37-39 )
If one were to judge the historic Anabaptists by one representative (the one who wrote on this verse), one would say the historic Anabaptists did not hold much with eating and drinking, marrying and raising families. He wrote to his daughter, “Even as Noah had warned and preached, before the flood came, so Christ preached, and caused His apostles to preach, repentance, and still causes it to be done daily, by me, unworthy one, your beloved father, and by other servants of Christ. But what does it avail them? not many repent; they remain with the great multitude; we are lightly esteemed, for we are a plain, small and unlearned people. But Christ could well foresee the hardness of the people; hence He says in the Gospel: “As it was in the days, or times, of Noah; they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until Noah entered into the ark; so shall it also be in the coming of the Son of man,” that is, Jesus Christ. Matt. 24:37.”
Perhaps he meant that no one did, or does, take special not of living according to Christ’s teachings. And only concerns themselves with things of the flesh. (Shades of previous themes.) But Jesus, who the writer of Matthew is having speak, did not say this as condemnation, but as fact. Everyone was going about their ordinary lives never thinking that it would come to an abrupt end, and that judgment was swiftly coming to them. That is how it often is with life changing events. And often we do not even know they are life changing, or that they should be life changing! That is a sad thing about the Christian life – when people forget that in the midst of their eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage they should be doing it as Christians and authentic followers of God. Not that they, or we, should stop living; but that we should do it in such a manner that it reflects God’s mission for the world.
Five years ago Will Fitzgerald (the originator of this blog) posted a wonderful story based on the story of Noah. I do not know if he wrote it or found it elsewhere – my suspicion is that he did write it. It speaks to the very heart of living life and not knowing when it has changed unalterably. And it speaks to being prepared – not so much for our lives to continue as they were but to be prepared for the changes that come, and prepared for new life in the world to come. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did when I first read it five years ago and when I rediscovered it this day. Selah!
It was a day like any other day, except for the rain. We’d never seen such rain.
I woke a little early because of the sound of the rain. It was a good thing, too, I thought; the rivulet that had been running through the chicken yard had turned into something more like a river, and the rushing water was eating away at the coop’s foundations. I think if I hadn’t got there when I did, the coop would have tipped over. By the time I had shored it up, I was hungry.
I’d taken to breaking fast with my neighbor, Seth, since both our wives had died. The bread was getting a bit moldy from all the dampness, but it was edible. Seth had just returned from attending the marriage ceremony of his second daughter’s oldest son; a number of his kin from that generation were of marriage age, so it was a season of weddings for Seth. Even all the rain couldn’t dampen his enthusiasm.
Seth told me a strange story: he’d heard that a man we knew when we were all children had built a large boat. He said the rain would continue until it drowned us all, and that he was planning to enter the boat with his family and ride out the storm. No one had ever seen such a boat, which was large enough for all kinds of animals. We decided to go to see it; it was a few hours walk away.
The way was somewhat more difficult because of the water. We had to ford several new creeks, and we found a couple of people who needed help, so we helped them out as best we could. By the time we got to the boat, it was nearing noon. We didn’t get a chance to talk to Noah, actually; we could see him entering the boat with his family from a distance. And here’s one strange thing: the door to the boat seemed to close on its own. When we arrived, we knocked at the door, but it appeared that it had been shut up with pitch. No matter how hard we knocked and shouted, no one heard us, apparently.
We then heard a kind of roar, and could see a flood of water rising towards us. We moved as quickly as we could to higher land, until we could look down at the rising waters and the large boat. The water eventually started to rise the boat, and it began to float. We again tried to shout down to the boat, but even if the sound of the rain hadn’t covered our voices, I think we would have been too far to have been heard.
We had to go even higher as the water increased. I thought about my chickens; they were probably gone.
We’ve made a camp at the top of this high hill. We don’t have much protection from the rain as it falls, and I don’t know if the water when the water will stop rising. We’ll be in trouble pretty soon. I wish I were on that boat of Noah’s.
It was a day like any other day, except for all the rain.