How about that. This is Post Number 1000 for me. Wow! Maybe I should take a bow or something.
That was a couple of bows but I deserve it, don’t you think?
“Just how are we going to get all those animals on board?” Noah asked God after he checked the roster for the ark. There were so many animals, and the ark was so small.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” the blue sky answered.
“Ah, c’mon. Don’t do this.”
“Listen, Noah, you have a problem with how things are going, just speak up. I’m a reasonable God.”
Noah held his words in. He knew arguing with God was not going to get him anywhere. “Okay, here I go again. Just how are You going to get all those animals aboard this ark? Sir?”
“Now that’s better,” God said. Then He spoke the magic words, “Abracadabra supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
“Where did You come up with those two words?”
“Walt Disney,” God chuckled. “Man, could that guy make movies.”
“I think you’re thinking of open sesame,” Noah contradicted his Boss.
“I’m sorry but I’m using abracadabra. It rolls right off the tongue. And supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is from ‘Mary Poppins’.” Then God started singing a little “A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down.” “Man, I love that song.”
“Right,” Noah said, not wishing to contradict God. (But there was a little sarcasm in his voice.) He’d be wasting time. And he didn’t have time to waste. The sky was getting cloudy and it was definitely going to rain.
If he’d learned anything, he’d learned not to argue with God. He could argue with his neighbor. He could argue with his sons. He could argue with his wife. But never ever argue with God. It was just a waste of time and he wasn’t going to win anyway. There was nothing God liked more than a good argument.
“Okay,” Noah said. “When do I say this abracadabra supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?”
“Next Tuesday,” God said.
“Next Tuesday? But I thought—”
“Look. It’s going to take a little time to get all those animals to behave.”
“But You made the heavens and the earth in seven days.”
“What do you think I am?” God asked. “A miracle worker?”
“Making everything was easy. Saving stuff takes a little more time. After you humans got ahold of things, everything went to hell in a hand basket. Why do you think We’re having a flood?
“I need five days to calm all the animals down. Those elephants are not happy, being bossed around. You can get trampled if you’re not careful. Those lions, man, they bite. And have you tried to clean up all that poop? If I am to dam them up for forty days and forty nights, it’s going to take some time. And I gotta tell you. That dove better be on time after You take off for parts unknown. If the ark doesn’t have a timely landing, the overflow is going to make the flood look like that pond in your back yard.”
Noah sighed. “You’re right, God. And when You’re right, You’re right.”
“Darrn tooting. Now let’s practice.”
“Okay,” Noah said, happy to be back on God’s good side. “Abracadabra supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
“No, not that. This,” then God lit out with the song. “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.”
Noah followed, “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.”
Noah’s wife, Mrs. Noah, yelled from the kitchen window. “Would you guys shut up out there? Who do you think you are? Mary Poppins. For God’s sake, you’re no Julie Andrews.”
Next week Noah’s wife gives God a bit of nutritional advice.”You do know that sugar is bad for you.”