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the ark...

“Then the Lord said to Noah…You shall take with you of every clean animal by sevens, a male and his female; and of the animals that are not clean two, a male and a female…” Genesis 7:1-2 As young children we were taught that Noah brought in 2 animals of each kind to the ark. Stories, pictures, toys and songs all spoke this “truth” into our minds. Yet, theologically, we have been duped. The stories are nice, but we all are missing the most beautiful part of the story...the redemptive story of Jesus...that started in Genesis. Noah. Who knew he brought in 7 – yes SEVEN – of each clean animal and bird on the earth, and only 2 of the unclean? Why we have focused on the 2 “unclean” instead of the 7 “clean” boggles my mind. Seven is a number of great significance, not only to the Jewish, but to us. Seven is used over 700 times in the Bible. And in every instance it denotes a form of “completeness, perfection, finished”. 7 clean animals allowed for 3 pairs of males and females, which meant multiplying faster of course…which meant more clean than unclean animals on the earth. But the 7th? The 7th was used for a sacrifice. In Genesis 8:20, “Noah built an altar to the Lord [after the flood] and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird and offered burnt offerings on the altar.” The 7th was a sign to show perfection in the sacrifice. But it was also to show completeness with God…because after he smelled the aroma, the Lord said he would never again curse the ground and never again destroy every living thing. It was completed. God’s mercies were delivered and His mercies extended not only to those that were clean, but to those that were unclean. Salvation was coming in the form of His Son…it wasn’t about Noah’s sacrifice so much as it was about Christ’s sacrifice that was yet to come. Noah saved the best, the cleanest for His sacrifice – God would too, one day soon. The birds were chirping outside my window, some seemingly mad I had forgotten to put more seed out. And as many other times, I sat at my desk, staring at my Bible, wondering if I should even really take the time to read this morning. I had a busy day, too much I wanted to do and get done, yet something was nudging me, urging me to spend some time with the one I call my Savior. Here I am, almost two hours later, and my heart more full than when I woke up this morning…

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