What’s an Ark

It was a sim­ple bas­ket of bul­rush reeds that floated a lit­tle baby named Moses to safety when his life was in dan­ger; it was an aston­ish­ing float­ing ves­sel about 450 feet long with a three deck area of about 2.3 acres that saved the crea­tures of the earth from the great del­uge; it was the chest-like throne of God car­ried by the Israelites of His peo­ple. A sym­bol of the covenant of love between God and His peo­ple. This very Ark is proph­e­sied in Rev­e­la­tion 11:19,
to be seen in the tem­ple in God’s King­dom. All these “Arks” are touched by the hand of God himself.

There is another Ark to talk about; an Ark in the mod­ern day “flood” of abuse and neglect; an Ark in the rush­ing waters of a world dom­i­nated by the almighty dol­lar; an Ark, encamped in the wilder­ness of our own back­yards. This Ark houses, pro­tects and cares for hun­dreds of God’s Crea­tures; large, small, hun­gry, abused, neglected, lonely, injured, hurt­ing! Crea­tures who have only one sim­ple request, asked through lov­ing eyes, “Please, Help me”. With such a sim­ple request comes the enor­mous and com­plex task of actu­ally pro­vid­ing that help — that refuge — to those in need. A refuge not eas­ily pro­vided in a world dom­i­nated by money when the refuge is dom­i­nated by love. The only thanks or reward this Ark receives is not in the form of tro­phies or rib­bons or inscrip­tions on plaques, but is reflected through those same eyes that were once plead­ing for help — the reward is love, pure and uncon­di­tional, and it is enough!

But this Ark also extends help to the human species. Man is the only crea­ture who wants to know “What’s in it for ME?” The answer is the same, (we must be will­ing to see the sim­plic­ity of it all), love, pure, uncon­di­tional, with­out judg­ment or greed or abuse or neglect. Just love — uncon­di­tional love extended from the hand of God through His children.

This Ark extends that Hand into the hearts of many: lonely, for­got­ten hearts in nurs­ing homes; bit­ter hearts in pris­ons; sad, hurt­ing hearts in hos­pi­tals; curi­ous hearts in schools; fright­ened, bro­ken hearts of chil­dren who have been removed from their homes and need pro­tec­tive cus­tody. The Hand of God touches all those hearts through the eyes of His crea­tures — eyes radi­at­ing God’s uncon­di­tional love.

This love is freely given. Unfor­tu­nately, in a world ruled by the dol­lar, this freely-given love is very expen­sive to sup­port. Fruit from the tree of life was banned in the ear­li­est days of man. This “fruit” must now be pur­chased with the mighty dol­lar. In times when hol­i­day expenses are still being paid from using the plas­tic cards, taxes, insur­ance, license plates all come due as well. It’s easy to brush aside the voice of our con­science remind­ing us to tend to the “higher pri­or­i­ties”. These times are tough­est on God’s crea­tures and the lov­ing folks who tend to radi­ate their Creator’s pure, uncon­di­tional love. These are the peo­ple whose hearts break each time they are forced to say “No” to a hurt­ing child or ani­mal because there’s sim­ply not enough space or money for food and other care.

Let us never for­get whose Hand really feeds us all — it is a hand felt daily at Noah’s Ark — it is the Hand of God; the hand of love; and through His per­fect love, there are no limitations!

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