Until I saw the trailer I could not imagine Russell Crow as Noah. Perfect.
I am not in the way of believing that God spoke to Noah like a voice from the sky or something. I think God may have spoken to him like He speaks to modern day preppers...that inward drive, the knowing of something...not everything, but enough to get you moving.
What do y'all think?
General rule for this (not that we “box” God or that He ascribes to our rules) is that in the Old Testament God spoke directly to the major & minor prophets via voice, in person w/Jacob, bush w/Moses: Hosea, Moses , Noah, Joseph, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joel, Amos, Obadiah, Jonah, Micah, Nahum, Habakkuk, Zephaniah, Haggai, Zechariah, Malachi, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Lamentations, Ezekiel, Daniel . . .
…in the New Testament through Jesus Christ & today via the Holy Spirit (through feeling and thought).
When people say that men wrote the Bible, they are ½ correct: men wrote according to the promptings of God, who is the author of the entire Bible (which is why the myriad of dots connect so nicely).
We have to be careful & not project our own thoughts into a “God told me ____” sort of thing. If I ever think that God is communicating to me I look for additional external sources (Bible, church leaders, other credible believers). However, when someone approaches you & confirms information that you previously “heard” from God – that’s often a “goosebump” moment!
I am certain God can speak to His people in any way He chooses, yet I did seem to put Him in a box, didn’t I? The point about the Old and New Testaments was very enlightening and should have been obvious to me.
Being careful not to project our own thoughts is also a valid point. I’ll try to explain why I applied His voice to my penchant for prepping.
I grew up in a typical household in the late fifties, early sixties. My best friend lived three doors down and we were constantly together. We had no worries. Our fathers went to work in the morning and our mother’s stayed at home cleaning the house and caring for the children and preparing the meal that would be placed on the table at exactly 6:30 P.M.
Perhaps this is not unusual for two little girls in grade school back then, but our play and conversation was filled with (in retrospect) games about prepping. We didn’t recognize it as such and our parents certainly never spoke about prepping. Indeed, they hardly spoke of anything in front of the children.
We thought it was great fun to play “what if”. What would we need if stranded on a desert island? (Soap to wash our clothes was one memorable item LOL!) We’d tramp down the milkweed field and create a hideout and then, as we enjoyed popsicles on the front porch of whoever’s house we happen to be at, we would determine the supplies we’d need to live there for an extended period.
Now, a quick fast forward to my teen-age years; There was an entire group of us, some whom I still know to this day, who would make lists of survival supplies and discuss a joint purchase of wilderness property where we would survive in the future. We opined about the last days of the United States – perhaps the world. The conversations varied between the religious aspect (apocalypse) and being attacked by the U.S.S.R, China or some other unknown force. We were not hippies or stoners, just average middle class teenagers talking about TEOTWAWKI.
Well, this is getting way too long, but I have to finish it up by saying life happened after those years; we all grew up and joined the adult rat-race world. Y2K came and went and as much as I scoffed about those who feared the Great Computer Glitch, I still filled my bathtub with water the night before.
But a weird thing happened on the outer-edge of my sub-conscience – perhaps I should be prepared for “something”. This thought has never left; it has only increased in urgency. I began to wonder about the origin of that little voice that has spoken to me since I was a child. Maybe God, who will provide for those who love Him, is giving me (and thousands of others, this time) a heads up.
Or I’m full of sh*t.
