The 17nth day of the 7nth month

  Here is my last and final portion of the Ark story.

 One day while hurrying thru my living room, I had this strange thot, why did Noah send out a raven, and then a dove? It was the dove who brought back an olive branch, and many years later, a dove landed on Jesus while in the presence of John the Baptist. Is is a coincidence? We cannot know the mind of God, but yet I think there is more to it than first meets the eye.

  For so many years of my life, I wondered over the Old Testament. Why so much law, so much law that it almost makes it seems scary for the people who lived before Christ. Here is something I've realized lately, many of the Old Testament accounts portray the Salvation story.

  The Ark, in all of it's massiveness, landed on Mount Ararat on the 17nth day of the 7nth month. If you dig into scripture, it is the same day that Christ rose from the dead.

  My point is this, when we are reborn into Christ, we enter that ark, just as Noah, he didn't partially enter, or leave a foot out the door. He was in, and God shut the door. So are we in Christ. Either we are in, or we are out. God engraves our name on His hands, Isaiah 49:16. We don't topple back in and out of salvation, nor do we loose and save ourselves. Salvation is a gift, the most magnificent gift we will ever be given. We will sin, as Noah probably did in that ark, and then God will haul us to the woodshed, but he won't scratch away our names from His hands. Sometimes we loose our peace, it is a most desolate feeling, and then we must repent, but we are His child thru out eternity, oh blessed thot.