January 9, 2016

(Inspired by the book of Genesis chapter 8.)

Forty days were nearly over, and the sun had become an everlasting image hard to ignore, because the sun was the only image one could perceive on the sky. It would have been more pleasant if at least the sun was possible to stare at, like the moon and her stars with their non-perishable light. The mountains were all set and ready to become a new crib to humanity, they all remembered the days in which men and women ran free through their valleys, and when all creatures took and gave what was taken and returned to them over and over: life in an never ending cycle. 

Thus the Ararat became that crib, when the waters decreased there the ark rested, In the seventh month, on the seventeenth day of the month.

Noah saw the tops of the mountains, and you could hear their cry in a thousand voices translated by the winds.  Noah thought it was a good idea to send out a bird, and hope and pray this bird would come back with a sign that the water was abated from the face of the land.

Thus a raven was sent out, it was given a mission, it was entrusted with something, it was given freedom. Noah saw it disappearing in the distance, he hoped and prayed  it would make it back safely.  

The raven flew here and there until the water was dried up from the earth. The raven saw the devastation, and how the water was giving back what was taken from them: the destruction, the damage, the emptiness of those who did not believe in God’s power.

Rotten and corropted by the soil was the flesh of those who were cleansed by the waters. 

The corpses, the lifeless, the dead, all in one tempting place, so the raven lost sight of his mission, and fed off their rotten flesh.

Noah waited and waited.

Noah hoped and prayed, but the raven never came back.

Another bird was then sent out, it was a dove. Noah hoped and prayed this bird would bring a sign. It was given a mission, it was entrusted with something, it was given freedom. Noah saw it disappearing in the distance, he hoped and prayed  it would make it back safely.  

The dove flew here and there and noticed the water dried up from the earth. The dove saw the devastation and the damage, but decided to looked beyond that. 

There was life, it was green and fresh, there was hope, and seemed as a tempting place to rest.

But the dove knew her mission, it was not to rest, not there, not yet,  so it flew back to her safe nest.

Noah hoped, prayed and waited every day for the return of his birds.

One day the dove came back and his heart was filled with joy. The dove came back to him, and behold, in her beak was a freshly picked olive leaf.

Brothers and sisters, as there was a raven who got distracted by the flesh, and a dove who pursued what was asked of her, there are also two types of people in this world: those who get blinded by their own interests, and those who give it all to be a sign of hope to others.

We are sent out, we are given a mission, we are entrusted with a lot, we are given freedom.

Let's not get overwhelmed by the devastation and lifelessness of this world, let’s not consume rotten flesh, for we know there is only one BODY and one BLOOD that can truly satisfy our hunger and thirst.

Let us always look beyond what the world offers, and know that the hands of our Father are the safest nest we can rest upon.

A raven and a dove... there are two types of people.
A raven or a dove? You have the choice.

Frassati NY