A simple story from the Bible… not one of Noah and his Ark. Not the nursery story of Noah leading the animals in two by two. Not one of God’s eternal covenant with Noah, a covenant sealed by the beauty of a rainbow. But this story of Noah … naked and drunk.
“And Noah drank some wine and become drunk, and was naked in the middle of the tent.” (Gen. 9:21)
This is the genius of the Bible for me … no one perfect. No one beyond reproach. All flawed. All loved.
And there is another story here … a story of forgiveness and kindness as two of Noah’s three sons cover their father’s nakedness, gently, and the story of a third brother who only saw the naked drunk.
And in the midst of this story, our story.
The third brother, Ham, only able, with sneering contempt, to notice flaws. He pictures a cruel us. Lacking “all kindness [they] radiate hatred from every pore. They want to examine and in fact judge everyone, craving nothing more than to find evil, constantly bent on … condemning, punishing and torturing others.” (Secrets of Heaven 1079) A degraded faith, a faith catastrophically split from charity, a doctrinal paradigm corrupt and toxic. A faith only concerned with “arguing whether a thing is true and knowing exactly how matters stand.” (Secrets of Heaven 1072) A view of faith that leads such people “to mock and broadcast the faults of others whenever the opportunity arrises.”
But the other two brothers? Life there.
No interest in debate here but only interest in affirmation. Interest not in flaws but in drawing attention to the good qualities all possess. “Whatever evil and falsity they may see, they excuse, and if they can, they work to correct it.” (Secrets of Heaven 1079) Everything unseemly, bent to what is good.
A very modern story. Blessed and broken as we all are.