A good hard rain is quite a sight: to see lightning strike some distant hill, illuminating an otherwise dreary afternoon and to feel the thunder resonate in the air and reverberate off your chest; what power! No wonder the ancient Greeks thought their gods were angry.
Can you imagine the fearful sight it must have been when the rain began to fall in Noah’s day (Hebrews 11:7). Noah preached, pleaded and prepared; and then the planet experienced a cataclysm of awesome proportion. This was not a drizzling mist, for the Bible tells us that “on that day all the fountains of the great deep were broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened. And the rain was on the earth forty days and forty nights” (Genesis 7:11-12). Hear the booming thunder and picture the lightning flashing… and the rain, the drenching deluge of rain. The entire face of the earth was covered and all humanity was lost; all but eight souls.
Noah, “a preacher of righteousness” (2 Peter 2:5), must have been weary from the excuses that made acceptance of God’s grace, obedience to His will and the improbability of sudden destruction low-priority concerns; something to be postponed to “a convenient season” (Acts 24:25). Nevertheless, Noah preached: Be Prepared!
When a rain subsides and the thunder rolls off into the distance, the sun glints from behind gray clouds and a shimmering rainbow graces the sky, a glorious reminder that God will never again destroy humanity as He did in Noah’s day. Yet, each rain drop, each rainbow, each slashing bolt of lightening and roar of thunder is a terrible reminder that “as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.” So we preach: Be Prepared!