Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Ark of Deliverance—Arc of Promise

Violence glutted the earth, wickedness escalated, only depravity filled the minds of men. 
The Lord grieved.
Unbridled and widespread sin triggered regret for His creation,
And clouds gathered.

God thought to eradicate the evil from earth, wash it away in a flood of water, 
Except for Noah.
A righteous man, Noah walked with God, finding favor in the eyes of the Creator,
Yet clouds gathered.

Construct an ark, God said to Noah, to save you and your kin.
Noah did.
According to the Lord’s command, he built the ark to save himself and his family,
Creatures of every kind, male and female, sauntered to shelter.
All whom God called, trekked into the ark,
Entering the salvation of the Lord
While the clouds gathered.

Protected and secure, they waited,
For seven days they waited.
Then it happened.
Clouds burst forth and poured down,
For forty days and nights.
As Noah, his family, and animals were buoyant in the ark of the Lord,
Storm clouds besieged the land with rain. 

While waters fell from heaven, Noah offered thanksgiving to the Deliverer.       
Shielded from the horror outside the ark,
The family rested in the love of the Rescuer,
Preserved by the cloud Creator.

The ark floated as the deluge continued, 
Covering the land, washing away sin.
A new beginning, God’s plan,
And clouds hung in the sky.

Time ticked by, 
Days slowly wore on,
Months elapsed over half a year.

God never forgot the ark’s inhabitants.
With authority, He shut the floodgates,
Powerfully He pushed back the waters,
Time passed
Amidst scattering clouds.

In the surety of safe refuge,
The ark of salvation settled upon nature’s peaks,
Daily drudgery exchanged for a mountain top encounter.
His safekeeping surrounded them
While wind gusts lifted moisture.
God at work breathing new life into creation, 
Restoration and regeneration received,
Blue skies pressed through the clouds.

From the window of the ark flew several birds—raven, dove.
Several attempts and days later, dry land appeared
And the dove glided above the ark.
Through sun rays, Noah spotted vegetation dangling from its beak.
As the dove alighted on his arm, Noah beheld an olive branch.
Speaking for God, the dove offered peace and forgiveness.

Forgiveness, peace.......
A heavenly arc of color cascaded from a billowy cloud.
Noah paused and pray.

God of the clouds, wind, storm, rain,
God of forgiveness, grace, mercy, peace,
God of creation and destruction,
God of the present and eternity,
God of love and comfort,
GOD—spoke with Noah, offering new life.

The ark doors opened, 
Out walked the occupants into a pristine land.
On dry ground, Noah built an altar—they worshipped God Almighty.

“Be fruitful and multiply,” the Lord God said,
“And I will establish My covenant with you and your descendants.”

The colorful spectrum radiated east to west,
As fluffy clouds dotted the blue-gray sky.
The Creator God uttered a promise to His creature Noah,
Establishing a covenant with he and his sons.
Never again would all flesh be cut off by waters of a flood.
Never again would floodwaters destroy all of earth.

He offered a sign, one for all generations, 
Sign of a bow in the clouds.
A reminder of the Sovereign God.

When clouds gather and the rainbow appears,
Both God and man remember the everlasting covenant of promise.

You got me when I was an unformed youth, God, and taught me everything I know. Now I’m telling the world your wonders; I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray. God, don’t walk off and leave me until I get out the news Of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come, Your famous and righteous ways, O God. God, you’ve done it all! Who is quite like you? You, who made me stare trouble in the face, Turn me around; Now let me look life in the face. I’ve been to the bottom; Bring me up, streaming with honors; turn to me, be tender to me, And I’ll take up the lute and thank you to the tune of your faithfulness, God. I’ll make music for you on a harp, Holy One of Israel. When I open up in song to you, I let out lungsful of praise, my rescued life a song. All day long I’m chanting about you and your righteous ways, While those who tried to do me in slink off looking ashamed. Psalm 71:17-24 (MSG)

I’m thanking you, God, out loud in the streets, singing your praises in town and country. The deeper your love, the higher it goes; every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness. Psalm 57:9-10

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