Genesis 9-9.17

God blessed Noah and his sons, and said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the Earth.

“The awe and dread of you shall rest on every animal of the Earth, and on every bird of the air, on everything that creeps upon the ground, and on all fish of the sea; into your hand they are delivered. Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you; and just as I gave you the green plants, I give you everything. Only, you shall not eat flesh with its life (that is, its blood.) For your own lifeblood I will surely require a reckoning; from every animal I will require it and from human beings, each one for the blood of another, I will require a reckoning for human life.

“Whoever sheds the blood of someone,
by someone will that person’s blood be shed;
for in his own image
God made humankind.

“And you, be fruitful and multiply;
abound on the Earth and multiply in it.”

Then God said to Noah and his sons, “As for me, I am establishing my covenant with you and your descendants after you, and with every living creature that is with you, the birds, the domestic animals, and every animal with you, as many as came out of the ark. I establish my covenant with you, that never again shall all flesh be cut off by the waters of a flood, and never again shall there be a flood to destroy the Earth.”

God said, “This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the Earth.

“When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between you and me and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh. When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature on the Earth.” God said to Noah, “This is the sign of the covenant that I have established between me and all meat on the Earth.”


2 responses

  1. I used to love the rain.It goes back to my childhood;my mother wouldn’t let me out in itat first, and then it was a treatto feel it plopping on my waxy yellow raincoatunder the big bright hat like a fireman would wearor a fisherman out at sea in a hurricanedrops falling splat splat in the puddleswater out of the sky, how amazingand how grown up to be walking in itall by myself.I used to love the rain, evenwhen I came home from the storefront Methodistchurch my parents thought would be good for mefull of Noah and the fire next timedaydreaming of water over the ditchup the hill and into the driveway, waterover the curb, into the basementwater up the front stairsand the door, flooding the whole worldto the windows; and we could all go around in boats.I always loved the rainin the Bible, fallingwith loving impartialityand the real rain would remind me of itand make me smile; the air felt cleanas if it were already done washingand on a rainy night you knowthe psychic power lines are buzzingand anything can happen, anything–When you’re a bewildered young failure at collegeall dried up and inside-out with lonelinessyou might venture out on a sleepless midnightand meet a stranger at the doughnut shopholy-eyed and ranting of past lives he’d seen you into invite you to a mansion in the Berkeley Hillswhere a young woman fifty thousand years oldwaits to initiate you into mysteries;anything can happen on a rainy nightwhen you need it to happen, when the time is right;you can move in to protecta woman you’re mistakenly in love withand adore her from afar in her own living room,you could steal her a Christmas treethirty years ago when I did it(I don’t suggest that anymore.)The rain came down in drops crowded togethereach drop like a fishbowl, the wind tearing at the worldwhile I sat cozy inside the windowand I always wanted it to rain; I wantedto feel the angels washing me clean againfor another start, another adventure,or maybe just the simple love of the rain.There was a time, oncewhen a decent person might love the rainand it wouldn’t have to mean someone was shivering,it wouldn’t have to mean people sleeping in wet clotheswith no mommy to put them in a hot bathso they wouldn’t catch their deaths out in all that.I have seen my country ruin itselfin a frenzy of wilful ignorance;I have seen mercy despised, cruelty accepted–men like ants prattling of freedomto create wealth by picking everyone’s pockets–I have had to learn to liveby swallowing indignationbut beyond all thatthey have stolen my rainand that is not even mineto forgive.Forrest (late 80’s, revised slightly)

  2. Thank you for sharing this.

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