You know, I I’m continually amazed as we commit ourselves to reading systematically through the scriptures. Um I’m continually amazed as we see God putting things together. Um as our systematic reading and our systematic preaching um sort of overlap from time to time. Uh we we just happen to be uh in Exodus right now and we just happen to be in Revelation right now and we just happen to be talking about the justice of God as we read through Exodus and we see the justice and judgment of God in the law. And then we just happen
to be in Revelation right now talking about the wrath of God being poured out. And oh by the way, we have arrived today at Genesis chapter 7. Amen. Where we see the wrath of God poured out. And I want you to understand something. Never in the history of the world before Genesis 7 or after Genesis 7 have has anyone ever seen anything like the event we’re about to read about today.
Grasp that for one moment if you would. Never before the days of Noah and the flood had anyone seen anything of this magnitude ever. Ever or even imagined anything of this magnitude. Never. And never since Genesis 7 have we seen anything of this magnitude. And I am afraid that it’s quite possible that for most of us, we don’t think about this event appropriately because most of us think about Noah and the ark in terms of a nice little diddy that our children sing.
Noah, Noah, who built the ark? Noah. Noah, brother Noah built the ark. It’s wonderful. Nice little wonderful diddy. This is the deadliest event in the history of mankind. It was ugly. There was nothing pretty about what happened in Genesis chapter 7. Nothing. We think about Noah and we think about the little children’s toys with the ark and the animals inside.
That’s the image that we have. Now, I’m not saying that the little song that children sing is bad. I’m not saying that the little toys that children play with are bad. That’s not my point. My point is if that is the only point of reference that we have for Genesis chapter 7, we miss the mark. The ark was no more beautiful than the cross.
