Noah was the first documented drunk in the Bible. Obviously, God found redeeming qualities in him, even though he seemed to love the wine. He loved the drinker back then, so He must love the drinker today since time is of no meaning to Him.

A supposition is that Noah loved the wine before the flood, else how would he even know about the wine after the flood? God came to him because Noah was the only person worth saving in the entire world. A drunk started building a huge ark when there had never been any boats on earth before; he built that ark for the rain that was to come, though there had never been a drop shed on the land before. Noah kept it up despite the chiding, taunting he received from all the others; he built that ark over several years, despite all that was said to him. I wonder how many times he wondered if perhaps, he was crazy.

The flood came, the flood went, and finally Noah’s family was able to pitch a tent on the ground. Noah celebrated. He was drunk, naked and passed out in his tent.

The oldest son came, and laughed at him in his naked drunken state and ended up punished. Why? Because the son laughed at Noah’s brokenness, his weakness, his defects, the things that God found acceptable; he even gathered up the younger son to show him what their father had done.

How about the other son – the younger one? What did he do? He covered Noah because he felt shame for his father. So, which one was worse? Was it the one who found it laughable or the one who found it shameful? The one who degraded and belittled, put Noah on display? Alternatively, perhaps the young one, the self-righteous one who did not want to let anybody know what his father had done. Yet, whom was he hiding it from since they were all that was left of the humans in the world at the time? Perhaps he was hiding it from himself. Perhaps he was attempting to hide it from God.

Noah was capable of repenting and knew that God would forgive him for his wrongs. He knew that God found him to be acceptable in His eyes. How many of us are like Noah, and how many of us are just like the sons? I would like to be more like Noah.

I must ask myself why I think God would not find me of redeeming quality. If I do not find myself loved by him, am I judging myself otherwise than God? If that is the case, then am I deciding that my judgment is better, clearer, and truer than God’s judgment? Noah just accepted the love, and did not feel the shame. He knew God still loved him, no matter what.

Moving along, God decided that Lot was the only one worth saving in that entire damned city, and God sent angels to save him. The story intimates that one of the angels was the pre-incarnate Christ himself. Those angels did not pick up Lot and carry him out; rather they allowed him the opportunity make a decision for himself and his family. Lot decided, they left, and he lost his wife in the process.

His daughters’ husbands did not follow with them and they became widows. Lot and his daughters made it to the mountains and the shortsighted daughters thought that they were the last humans in the entire worlds; they could not fathom that there was more life waiting for them.

Therefore, they put their minds together and got Lot drunk on wine. He was then father and grandfather to their firstborn sons. Ah, yes, the one single man who God knew to be the only righteous one in the entire city before the destruction got drunk and then this. If that is what happened after the city was laid waste, what difference did it make to God since the ‘then’ and the ‘before’ and the ‘now’ are really all the same to Him? God still considered Lot righteous, worth saving, of redeeming quality. Lot knew how to repent his wrongs and amend his ways.

Why do we look down so much at our brokenness and see it as unredeeming quality? So many times, we think that we must fix everything within and without in order for us to be a complete person. I wonder. Perhaps God looks at it, and does not see it as broken yet rather as a whole, a complete, an entire.

The Old Testament documents these examples repeatedly; what we decide is broken, God finds redeemable. Who are we to judge what is good in someone, and just what is bad; what should be taken out and what should be kept? We do this even to ourselves. Perhaps that is where it will end — when we stop trying to fix the things that make us whole.

Now, I am not proposing that we embrace our faults and bring them to even greater fruition. What I am looking as is just how to accept the fact that I am a complete person, no matter what.

If an apple were whole, that would include the seeds. If there is one bad seed in the apple, does that make the fruit incomplete or no good? The rind is very red and smooth with no bruises on it, and the meat of the fruit quite sweet. I know other seeds within the core that will grow. Should I decide the plant the seeds, I know that the good ones will become new trees while the bad one will not mature. I do not need to toss the entire apple into the trash simply because it contains one bad seed. The apple, as a whole, provides nourishment, and has the possibility to grow if given the opportunity.

Yet I, so very often, decide that a bad seed in me will make me of no use to anybody, even myself and especially to God. God is the one who can see the good in the whole. He does not focus on the bad seed because he sees the redeeming quality of the whole.

Yet, I would like to be more like Noah and less like the sons.

~jules sortor