# 8 - Noah & The Promise - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein we explore the aftermath of the flood and the significance of God’s covenant with Noah, reflecting on themes of new beginnings, human frailty, and enduring hope. Join us as we delve into the story of Noah’s renewed relationship with God and the promise that reshaped the future of humanity.
Episode 8 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Genesis.
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Today's opening prayer is inspired by Romans 12:1, “Therefore, I urge you, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service.”
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Show Notes:
(02:10) Intro with Yael Eckstein
(03:41) Noah & The Promise - Cinematic Retelling
(27:02) Reflection with Yael Eckstein
Previously on the Chosen People, mankind was blighted by bloodshed and discord. Noah was determined to oppose the culture. Behold, I would destroy them with the earth. I would bring a flood to wipe this earth clean. I have appointed you, Noah, to build an ark. Noah gazed at the Ark, a towering mononith against the sky, its shadow stretching over the valley. He watched his sons, no longer boys, but men bound by duty and the promise of future generations, soar, chop, hammer and sand the vessel's final touches.
This world is sick. These people are plagued by evil. I know what they deserve, but I can't bring myself to fully accept it. They're all going to die.
Thousands of creatures, two by two, ran into the Ark, their hoons, paws and claws thumping and scratching against the ark's floor. Flashes of lightning replaced the sun's light, and thunder roared like a predator ready to kill. The voice of the Creator spoke through the tempest through the ark. Nor underneath the white noise of falling rain and rushing water, the screams became audible. Desperate blood curdling screams. Noah ran to the door and pounded his fists against it. His shouts were surprising to the others.
What's wrong?
We made it?
If you don't weep with this suffering, you'd know better than them.
Outside the skies wept and the earth quivered. God's wrath poured forth, but it did not blease him. He sent the flood with regret and sorrow. The waters prevailed over the earth, and the scene swallowed every creature given the breath of life.
A fresh start doesn't mean we forget the past. It means that we learn from it instead of letting it hold us back. Shadow my friends from here in the Holy Land of Israel, i'm l Extein with the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, and this is the Chosen People, join us every day as we explore another dramatic story from the Hebrew Bible and discuss some of its themes together. If your faith has been kindled by this podcast and it has affected your life, we love it. If you left her review, we read them and me personally I cherish them. As we explore the biblical story of the people of Israel, we will discover what it means to live a life of purpose and step into the calling of God that he really has for each one of us. Today, God chose the nation of Israel and Mount Sinai. But through their story we will discover one abiding truth that we are all chosen for something great. So let's begin. Today's tale is about new beginnings, about moving on, about starting a new Noah witnessed the tragedy of judgment, but now he will experience new birth, the birth of a new Earth and a new covenant. Let's not waste any more time. Here's episode eight of The Chosen People, Noah and the Promise.
Darkness.
Noah remained huddled beside the window, the arc rocking to the tempest outside. Noah was certain it was midday, but there was no way of confirming it. The sun's warmth hadn't graced their face in weeks. Noah's countenance was gaunt, his eyes unfocussed and glazed over with sorrow. His mind swirled like the charcoal clouds above. Noah was tired, but couldn't close his eyes. Every time he did, he saw the faces of the damned floating atop the waters. Emzara stepped lightly through the opening of their room. She held the wax candle, the tiny flame twitch to and fro, casting shadows against the wooden walls of the ark. The faint light revealed her concerned face. Her husband had barely spoken since the walls shut.
Have you eaten?
Noah shook his head, his stomach nootted, not only from guilt, but also from the relentless swaying of the boat. Emzara knelt beside him, her fingers gently stroking his matted hair. She too felt the weight of survival, though her guilt it was different. She did not share Noah's anguish, but felt relief that they were spared. Her husband's heart, however, was tethered to the creator's sorrow. She reached for his hand, placing a barley loaf in his palm, and kissed his forehead.
Eat or else we will have to witness another death.
Noah tore a small piece of the loaf and rolled it in his fingers, toying with the idea of eating. The white noise of rain was a constant murmur, muting his low pitched voice.
Do you think I'm ungrateful?
Hemzaraside, resting her head against his shoulder.
I remember you telling our boys the stories of old by the fire, the story of the garden and the banishment. I remember you repeatedly reminding them that the Creator was merciful even in his wrath.
In his wrath, searching for words that might reach him, Noah repeated the words heavy and foreign. In the damp, wooden tomb he found himself in, he sighed, allowing the small piece of bread to pass his lips, chewing slowly each bite to struggle against his sorrow. He laid his head on Emzara's chest, her humming a soft lullaby against the storm. Slowly and sloppily, Noah began to fall asleep.
Remember me, remember my family and the animals with me. Do not.
Ash, Do not forsake us, sisters.
Tool As Noah's breathing finally steadied, the rain stopped for forty days. The heavens had wept, but finally, mercifully they ceased, Emzara felt a weight release from her chest. She thought about waking Noah, but chose not to, instead laying his head gently on a bed made of woolen hay. The ark rocked gently, the low purrs of wild cats and braying of horses filling the space where the reins once sang. God hadn't forgotten Noah. The Creator remembered him and all the beasts within the Ark. The breath of God the Ruach, blew mightily over the waters. The winds churned, spreading the seas.
In each direction.
The voice of the Creator tamed the dark and chaotic abyss. Noah looked out with his sons. The heavens had closed and ceased their churney. A rumbling could be felt from below, and the fountains of the deep had closed. Shem peered out at the horizon, straining to see any sign of land. The wind cut at his cheeks, and his eyes began to water.
I don't see anything yet.
How long will it take for the waters recede?
Not sure how much longer I can endure the smell.
Patience, boys, God has not forgotten us. Listen closely. The wind of God is moving on our behalf.
Do you think there's anything on the horizon.
There's a way to find out.
Noah captured a raven from within the ark and brought it to the others. He petted its feathers and held it up to the window.
Herds gathered twigs, leaves, and other things for the nests. If there's any land, this raven will return with something for its mate.
Maybe it will return a fig for me.
Nothing but still barleyboves.
Has my stomach and nons.
Noah released the raven and watched it recede into the horizon. The raven carried Noah's anxiety on its wings. He knew better than to put all his hope in the raven, but curiosity gripped him. Still days passed into weeks, and still the raven hadn't returned. Noah's face twitched with irritation. I should have known better than to use a raven. Noah had a dove in his hands. He gently stroked its white feathers with his thumbs. With a sigh and a prayer, he released it into the air.
Why is a dove better than a raven? Ravens are scavengers. The bird is likely feasting off the carcasses floating atop the waters. No, it's too fat to fly back. The raven is comfortable with death. It will make it home somewhere on the floating carnage and never return. But the dove is a clean animal. It won't make its nest among death and despair. It will return to us.
Noah remained at the window for hours, staring earnestly at the water. The faint echoes of scream still tortured his mind. He wasn't sure he even wanted to go back on to dry land. Noah was old and unsure if he was capable of a fresh start. Before Noah's mind could spiral even further, he heard the faint sound of the dove returning. It perched atop his finger. It hadn't found land, at least, nothing inhabitable for it to rest its wings. Noah petted its feathers and retreated into the ark to feed it. Another week passed and it was time again for Noah to send the dove out. It flew gracefully over the familiar waters, wings shimmering in the light of dawn. After hours of waiting, Noah's eyes widened to see the dove's return. In its mouth was a freshly plucked olive leaf. Noah took the leaf and cradled it in his palm. He stroked its smooth green surface. His face quivered with relief. The waters were receding. They would walk the earth again. The dove was sent out again and hadn't returned. Confident that the land was near ready, Noah removed the top covering of the ark. It had settled on the mountains of Ararat. The sun shined brilliantly, revealing a land reborn. Noah's family leaned over, beholding the beautiful landscape teeming with vibrant colors. They wafted in the crisp air, smelling the damp earth mixed with fruit trees. Emsara squeezed her husband's.
Arm, look Noah our new home.
Shen Ham and Jaffer ran to the ark's entrance and released the ropes, keeping doors shut. The fresh hair blew against their cheery faces. The three brothers held their wives, giddy to step out of the Ark and into their future. Still, Noah wouldn't permit them to.
Leave the Ark.
He stood at the threshold, waiting. His eyes were nervous and his hands shook. Noah refused to embark on the adventure. He pensively stood frozen to the ark. Nearly a year after they entered the Ark, the Creator spoke to Noah, prompting him to leave. He could hear his voice deep within his heart. His voice was like a steady stream.
Go out from the ark, Noah, Take your wife, your sons, their wives, and every living thing that dwells with you. Swarm the earth, Noah, feel it be ruthful and multiply.
Noah took the first step forward. His family waited with bated breath as he slowly, steadily, and somberly descended the ramp. A patch of grass was at the bottom. Noah placed a bare foot on the wet earth. The chill sent a shiver up his spine. A sigh of relief followed. He turned to his family and gave them a reassuring smile. They ran like children and skipped across the meadow. The animals followed, scampering, padding, slithering, and galloping.
The hills were alive.
The animals didn't look back. They spread across the earth, stretching as far as the eye could see. Noah's eyes glistened with tears, tears of relief, joy.
And sadness.
He ascended a jagged path that led to an overhand looking out at the ark. There he made an altar of wet stones and sacrificed towards God. The offering burnt bright a beacon, signaling a new beginning. The smoke billowed upward, mixing with the clouds. The Creator breathed in the offering like a leasing aroma. Noah watched the light play off the mist. Across the sky. Brilliant lights began to form. Everyone watched in awe as the colors arched against the blue backdrop. Noah's heart swelled within. He could sense the heart of God.
I will never again curse the ground because of man, for I know his heart is corrupt from his youth. Neither will I strike down these creatures again. The long winter is over, while the earth remains seed, dire and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night shall not cease.
Noah gathered his family and relayed everything he could hear from the Creator's heart. God spoke to him, within him and about him. Each word was a barn to his aching heart.
Be fruitful and multiply fill the earth, as I have commanded since the days of old. Once again you have dominion. The beasts of the earth will fear you. The birds of the air, and the creatures of the deep will flee and dread because of you. Into your hands, I give them they shall be food for you, as are the plants of the earth. I have given you everything. Yet even so my eyes are on the lower creatures. You shall not deal with them cruelly, nor shall you eat flesh with its life blood. Life is precious, and for your lives I will require a reckoning. The life of all beasts and men will end. And to those who take life on their own, shedding the blood of their fellow man, I will require a reckoning. Whoever sheds the blood of a man by man, shall his blood be shed for God made man in his image. Do not take life, Multiply it, cultivate it, increase and roam the earth. I have washed it clean for you.
The lights continue to form in the sky, slowly stretching across the clouds. Noah and his sons watched in awe, taking in the captivating dance of colors bowing over the sky red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple lights held together by some unseen thread.
Behold, I establish my covenant with you and your offspring. After you, I make a promise to you and to all the creatures from the ark, I shall never again flood the earth. As a sign of my covenant with you. I have set my bow in the clouds. When I bring the clouds over the earth and the sun's light mingles with the mist of the sky, you shall see the bow and remember my covenant. The waters shall never destroy the earth. When the bow is in the clouds, I will remember the everlasting covenant I have made with every living creature.
Noah's suns glowed with hope for the future, Andmzara and the other wives watched from a distance, their eyes glistening with gratitude that the earth was safe. Noah's jaw tightened. A rush of gratitude for the Creator came upon him, but in the back of his mind, whispers of torment plagued him. Noah woke in a panic, sweat dripping down his chest and back. His entire body trembled, unable to steady. Emzara placed a gentle hand on his back. Noah's eyes were wild, haunted another nightmare.
This time it was Shem drowning outside the ark. He screamed for me.
He begged me to let him in, but I Ah, I couldn't do anything. Then the corpses of the Nephelin rose and dragged him to the bottom of the abyss.
It was only a dream. Our sun is safe, no doubt, cradling his new child in his arms.
Of course, it was just a dream. But that doesn't make it any less real. In Sarah, these images, I see it into my mind. I've been branded by these memories.
You act as though you're the one to have flooded the earth. How long will you hold on to this guilt?
It isn't guilt that torments me. It's knowing that evil still exists out there, in here, in each of us. We were spared from the flood, but that doesn't mean we're innocent.
Noah stormed out, flustered and quivering. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a pale, ethereal glow as he descended the hills to the vineyard he had planted. Beside it were cisterns hewn from stone and wood, filled with fermented wine. Noah drew some in a bowl. The liquid was a deep crimson, perfect to drink. His eyes glazed over with desire as he placed the cup to his lips and drank, seeking to wash away the sorrow, the hurt, the guilt, the fear. The cup was his flood drowning out the anguish within him.
Cup after cup.
Noah drank away his sorrows, yet it only numbed the pain. Wine would never ease what only God could heal. It silenced the screams in his head, but gave way to different sounds. Drunk and alone, Noah howled at the moon. He thrashed his arms and punched his fists in the air. He shouted vulgarities, cried and wailed into the empty night. His youngest son hand watched from a distance, Disdain etched on his face as he witnessed his father's shameful display. Righteous Noah, the one who walks with God. The air was humid and thick. Noah removed his clothes and skulked through the vineyard. Naked. Noah kicked the dirt and thrashed at branches, murmuring and burping his way back to his tent. He was a sad and shameful sight. But ham bassed in his father's shame.
The fool can barely stand.
Anne leaped off the stone he was sitting on and gingerly followed his father. Noah swayed to and fro barely keeping his naked frame upright.
Ham danced around him.
Ah, so this is what it means to walk with God.
Hey father, what.
Happened to all that honor.
You preach to me? Well, there's here, Let me help you.
Am reached out his arms. Noah fell forward and expecting to be caught, but instead Hal moved and Noah fell face first into the dirt. Noah groaned and turned on his back. The world was spinning. He could feel the gravel grinding against his back and buttocks. Ham stood above him, face beaming with amusement. Noah, unable to speak, began crawling back to his tent. The first signs of dawn crept over the horizon. Emzara was already gone, attending to her grandchildren. As the sun rose, Ham stood outside his father's tent, waiting for his brothers. Shem and Jaffith approached, their tools clinking softly in the cool morning air, Ham waved them down a theatrical air about him. Brethren, I have a rare sight for you to behold.
What is it now? Ham? I present to you the honorable, the stoic, and the righteous. Noah, naked and sleeping in his own vomit.
Ham grabbed the opening flap of the tent to reveal his naked father, but the brothers stopped him before they could catch a glimpse.
Ham, you've gone too far.
What after all the preaching and lecturing that man has given me, why not revel a little in his hypocrisy?
Hem, you've disgraced.
Our father, you too, Shem. Come on, we've all been through a living nightmare.
Why not have a little fun with him?
What do you mean fun?
I don't know, Maybe we could. Ham was interrupted by a stirring within the tent. Noah exhaled a befuddled and dreamy moon.
Japeth, go get father's clothes from the vineyard, Hem, I suggest you leave. Go jump in the stream. Clearly you need to cool off.
Ham snarled and left, kicking the dirt on his way back to his tent. Jaffath returned with the garment. The two older brothers walked backward into the tent with the garment on their shoulders. When they felt his body on their heels, they dropped it and covered him. They didn't want to shame him as their brother had. They crept out of the tent, pensive and afraid of what would happen to Ham when their father woke. Noah slept all day, drifting in and out of his wine induced stupor. His head throbbed, the world around him a fuzzy blur, but he remembered Ham's actions. He recalled the mocking laugh, the bruise on his jaw, a painful reminder of his son's betrayal. Emerging from his tent, Noah wrapped his garment tightly around his body and hobbled to the fire, where his wife and son sat. Jaffath and Shem's sons were also by the fire. While Ham's son Canaan was on his father's lap. Shem and Jeffeth.
Looked up at him.
Empathy etched on their faces, but not Ham. A mocking smile played on his lips. As Noah stood over the fire, the dancing flames illuminating his scowl, his voice, coarse and gravelly, broke the tense silence.
Cursed be Canaan.
His tone was sharp and impassive. Ham's expression shifted from confusion to rage. He covered his son's ears and raised his voice. What did you just say to my son?
Cursed be Cadin for what his father is done.
He will be a servant to his brothers.
Ham stood his chest puffed out in defiance. What do you think you're doing?
Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem. Canaan will be his servant. Shut up, old man, They God in large, jayfithful son. He will dwell in the tents of shame, but Canaan will be a slave to them all.
Shut up.
First, three your descendence, sam.
And lungs to strike his father, Shall and Jack have got to him first. Ham's screams echoed down the hills. The children scurry to their mothers, and Amsara rose to Noah's.
Side, leave here gladly.
Thus continued the cycle of blessings and curses, faith and failure. The never ending pattern of sin and struggle didn't cease with the flood. Men's sins stretched alongside Noah's descendants, but God's promises remained. His faithfulness wouldn't waver even in the face of human imperfection. The name Noah means rest His name was a foreshadowing, a glimmer of hope that peace with God would one day be restored.
That's a pretty odd ending, isn't it. The first moments out of the arc are euphoric for Noah and his family accompanied by a rainbow, a promise and a new lease on life, but it ends with shame and a curse. We ended the story of Noah asking many of the same questions we had when we began. Are human beings doomed to repeat their mistakes? How will humanity press on? And the worst of all, will evil win? The Bible tells us in Genesis eight twenty one. Never again will I curse the ground because of humans, even though every inclination of the human heart is evil from childhood. And never again will I destroy all living creatures as I have done, even though the human heart persists in its evil. God has promised to endure with us. Noah wasn't a perfect man. Yes, he made mistakes, and his sons would make even more. But God has determined to abide with his chosen people with patients, slowly guiding each individual and each generation to their potential. Be encouraged by this, My friends, I know I am because God knows you aren't perfect. He doesn't expect you to be perfect. He's eager to forgive and guide you towards new beginnings. Let's explore some key events and moments in this story. The first verse of Genesis eight reads like this, But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and the livestock that were with him in the ark, and he sent a wind over the earth, and the waters receded. Russia Shanna, the Jewish New Year, is a time for solemn prayer. But interestingly, the Russia Shana prayer service invokes Noah and this very verse. Think about it. On Russia Shana, the Jewish New Year during the high holidays, this is what we say to God. You lovingly remembered Noah, and you recalled him with words of salvation when you brought the waters of the flood. And let's think about it. Isn't that what we all pray every day, that all of the raging waters of the world, the war, the poverty, the illness, the pain, that they should recede. Yes, indeed, with Noah there was destruction, vast destruction. But in the end, the waters receded and Noah was left to create a covenant with God for all of humanity. As we think about Noah, this is what we all pray for. Now, let's talk about the wind in this verse, the wind that God sent over the earth. This is the very same wind hovering over the waters in Genesis one. Do you remember that, As it says in Hebrew verruach mirachrefes al ne hamaim and the spirit or the wind of God, the rua was present when the earth was covered in untained dark waters. What we have here, my friends, is a callback, a callback to Genesis one, when the world was dark and when chaos reigned now here, God's breath and wind the rua blew again. Just as God tamed the chaotic seas and Genesis wan to fashion the earth, he taged the chaotic mess of Genesis eight to create a fresh start, a new beginning, new creation in a way. And we have to believe He can do this for us. He can do this for you, just like he did it for them. He can make you new and he can give you a fresh start. That's what this Bible verse is teaching us. Now, let's go to the vineyard and talk about Noah's shit. God gives Noah and his family a commission uru uruvou, it says in Hebrew, be fruitful and multiply. Does that sound familiar? It was the call given to Adam and Eve be fruitful, multiply. That same commission echoes in our ears today reminding us of our purpose. But what happened to Adam and Eve shortly after that call, Well, they partook of a forbidden fruit, leading to their nakedness and their shame. Noah ate of a different vine, leading to his nakedness and shame. Noah was much like Adam, given a similar commission, and he failed similarly. But hope doesn't hinge on the faith of one imperfect man. It hinges on God, perfect God. Remember, Israel was not God's people because they were perfect. We see that over and over again in the scriptures, imperfect beings. But despite that, God chose them. When God's wrath came, when the winds and rains of judgment fell, God established a new covenant. Along with the promise to never flood the earth again, a rainbow in the sky appeared. The emergence from the ark, the promise, and the rainbow. They all have significant meanings for Christians and Jews alike. To speak on the rich symbolism is our friend, Bishop Paullineer.
I realize that this is a portion of scripture that's filled with miraculous hand of our God. I'm in awe of him, but I'm also anguished by some of what you and I read in this story as well. For three hundred days Noah was on that boat till finally they landed, and finally they.
They left the ship.
The ark first thing did was to build an altar, and that a strange thing that some of those animals who had been preserved and protected, just like Noah and his family. The first thing that happens when they reach salvation is they are sacrificed and surrendered unto the Lord. And then this Noah did what we begin finding in the Book of Genesis. With Adam and Eve. There was a garden, and they messed up, and they touched something in the wrong way, and it created havoc eventually for three sons. And here we are Noah, who had been in that boat for three hundred days, now dug himself, planted a garden and had a vineyard, and drunk from it. And the Bible says he, too, like Adam, had become naked. And what's so tragic. The Bible says his own son came and discovered his nakedness, and when he saw it, he marked his father's vulnerability, this sin of uncovering. Have you ever known someone who loved to go around finding people in their failures, just to uncover and to ridicule in Mark and to expose. I do know the other brothers did come, the other sons, and they covered their father in his nakedness. I want to pray in this tragic though triumphal moment. I want us to pray now. I want to pray for your family. I want to pray that God so Oh reveals himself to you in the most glorious, powerful way that as you walk in Him, your own family most believes in your intimacy, believes in your walk with God, and no matter the storms that come, you are arked. If you're will, you are kept, you are safe. For Christians in the New Testament, we studied this and we think of Jesus. Who is that boat, who is that ship? Who is that savior? If you will that when the storms of life come, Christians believe it is Jesus who saves and keeps and restores and revives. While I'm praying for all of us who are listening now, jew and Christian, and I'm believing that the one God of Heaven as we've talked so much about this God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and Sarah and Rebecca and Leah and Rachel, that God would reach into your life and assure you that He's gotten you, that you belong to him and you are as sure as the promises of Heaven.
Before we leave Noah and continue our journey through Genesis, I want to leave you with a couple of thoughts on rainbows. If you follow me on social media, you've no doubt seen that I love rainbows. I often post pictures of rainbows in the sky here in Israel, and their beauty has amazed me ever since I was a little girl. I always feel like it's God speaking to us, kind of like he used it to speak to Noah. Jewish tradition has a couple of teachings on the rainbow at the end of Noah's story that I would like to leave you with. First, let's call back to something that I said earlier, that the rainbow is a warrior's bow. Many have suggested that the rainbow is a backwards bow. The shape of the rainbow and the sky is the shape of a war warrior's bow directed away from Earth. So Yes, whenever a rainbow appears, we remember God's promise that he will never again seek to destroy the earth. But I'd like to suggest a bold addition to the symbol of the rainbow as a warrior's bow. Yes, the arrows of the bow are no longer directed to the earth, as seen by the shape of the rainbow, but they are directed back to Heaven. Maybe the rainbow isn't just a reminder to us human beings here on earth. We take the bow an arrow and basically send that arrow back up to Heaven to God, a reminder of how much he loves us and how much compassion he has on his children. The nineteenth century Rabbi Samson refile Her suggests yet another beautiful interpretation of the rainbow. The rainbow is made up of all the colors on the spectrum as plain white light is filtered through the prism of the rain and he says that this full spectrum of colors represents all of humanity and all of the vast differences among the people. And that is the new covenant that God makes that he is connected to every single person in this world. Every single human is created in God's image, that he will not destroy this new world, but will treat it with his greatest compassion. That God loves each of us being unique and through that uniqueness connecting to Him, and so following the flood of Noah God's creation, his greatest creation, human beings received a fresh start. But a fresh start doesn't mean that we forget the past. It means that we learn from it instead of letting it hold us back. I encourage you to step out of your arc your teva today, to learn from your past and live out your purpose with boldness, with connection to God. To take those hard lessons from your past and let it pave a way of faithfulness for your future as you venture forth boldly and faithfully. I leave you with the biblical blessing from numbers six.
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