The other night Kid2 wanted to read the story of Noah’s Ark. We have an older children’s copy probably first published sometime in the 70s. It was my husbands when he was a child, and as great flood stories are common in many cultures, I figured why not.
I did my best to read in a non-judgmental tone. Paraphrasing here, as book is back on the bookshelf and really, we all know the story, if you need a refresher, you can find it in the Bible, Genesis 5:32-10:1.
Noah and his wife live together with their children, and one day God tells Noah to build an ark. So Noah goes about building an ark, and collects two of each kind of animal for the ark.
So far, so good. Although Kid2 notes “thats a lot of animals.” Yes, yes it is.
Then God gets angry and sends a lot of rain and floods the world and kills everyone — except Noah and his family.
Kid2’s eyes got big. “That God is mean.”
I can’t say I disagree, after all “That God” just finished drowning (almost) all the the inhabitants of the earth simply because “they angered him.”
So Kid2 and I brainstormed better ways of dealing with people who anger you, then we worked our way to the end of the book.
God shows Noah a rainbow and promises not to kill all the humans again.
Kid2 does not think a rainbow makes up for mass drowning, and wanted to be assured it was “just a story.”
Yes, Kid2, it is just a story.
- Kid2 is the same one who has decided that soon his classmates will know Santa is not real, and knows there are zero gods.
- art via Wikipedia Commons: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Noah%27s_Ark_on_Mount_Ararat_by_Simon_de_Myle.jpg