I'm reading a book wherein a grandmother gets fed up with her out-of-work-working-on-becoming-a-drunk son and shrew of a wife, plus a slew of grandchildren. She and her husband are half-supporting them to keep the children from starving, and finally she buys them tickets to America in the early 1900's and never looks back.
How harsh, you say. And yes, it was. How could you do that to grandchildren you love, knowing their chances were slim to none of doing much but going hungry?
But I started thinking: Is there any of us who at some point in time, at least for a moment, hasn't yearned to put some of our family on a boat out to sea and give 'em the old heave ho?
An aging, tyrannical parent? A rebellious teen? Someone who has angered you, hurt you, embarrassed you and the whole dang family, made you ashamed of them? Even for just a fleeting spec of time, the vast ocean seemed the answer, right?
Sure you have.
To be shed of the problem suddenly and forever, so you can get back to your happy place and no longer worry, fret, simmer or cringe every time you thought about them.
Of course, most of us get past that moment and buck up and face whatever the issue is, but still...
You know, God did that. He put his children on a boat and sent them off to sea. Noah and his family, all that were left for God to claim.
But He did it to save them, not Himself.
That's the difference between God the Creator and His created.
That, right there.
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