Noah And The Tie That Binds

By James Dowell

In the Bible, the Lord tells us the story of Noah, "a righteous man, blameless in his time; Noah walked with God." Have you ever wondered what that time may have been like? What could have caused the Lord to grieve in his heart and to destroy the world he had created? How! How can any family go through an ordeal like that? We all know the answer, that is, at least we do on the surface. It is only by walking closely with the Lord. But if you want to explore the possibilities and pry open the lives between the verses given to us in Genesis, then I invite you to read about Noah and his life. Open your heart to a man who has hopes and dreams, who has blessings and trials from the Lord. And then has to change his way of life to do the Lord's bidding. Learn more of the walk Noah had with God and how the Lord's ways, his purpose, intertwine in our lives and how we are bound to him in faith, hope, and love. Learn how the world of Noah's time was not really that much different from ours. They were selling and buying and making plans for the future. And it is a time of apostasy; men seek everything but God-except for those who seek the Lord and seek his paths. In Noah's day, there were people eating and drinking and making merry. They are giving in marriage and are about their work in the fields and in the cities. So come and read between the verses of the Word of the Lord! Learn more of the possibilities of the life of Noah, his wife, and their children. Open your soul to the Lord and seek his face by exploring the possible walk that a family had with the Lord of creation. See how the Tie-That-Binds is still very much relevant in our lives today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781635256550

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Noah

And The

Tie

That

Binds

James H. Dowell

ISBN 978-1-63525-654-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63525-655-0 (Digital)

Copyright © 2017 by James H. Dowell

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

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I would like to thank my daughter, Christina Dowell, for her drawing up the drafts for the illustrations for this book. Also, thanks to Christian Faith Publishing and their illustrators for the finished illustrations and book cover.

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

—Ecclesiastes 4:12

In remembrance to my parents, Jim and Cleo Dowell. They showed me the path to the Lord.

Prologue

In the Ancient Scriptures, the Word of the Lord says through his humble servants that he does not take his eyes off the righteous, and again elsewhere, "But Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord

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This is the account of Noah. Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked with God."

In the heavens, the hosts of the Lord hear the voice they know and revere above all others. It is almost a whisper, and yet its force reverberates deep into their innermost being. The time of destruction draws near! Who will be obedient?

In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. Out of the dust of the earth, the Lord created man and had filled him with spirit, and so man was made in the image of the Lord. The Lord had ordained that therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall become one flesh. But even from the beginning, man went his own way and forsook calling upon the name of the Lord.

Again the heavens are shaken with the mere thoughts of the Lord as he ponders upon his creation: The time is ripe for great change! Who will unwaveringly walk with his Creator and with his Lord and his God?

Man’s knowledge has increased. He has learned to work in stone and wood, with copper, brass, and iron. The Old Serpent is busy again. With every generation, more men grow up not knowing their Lord and Creator, not knowing his love and mercy, not knowing his hand of protection. For 1,400 years now, man has strived upon the earth, and ruin is almost upon him. But there is still time—time for hearts to return to the Lord. Few will accept his grace, but it must be offered. The remnant must be carried through.

For a third time, the thundering quake of the still small voice of the Lord shakes the foundations of the heavens, for even when the Lord only whispers, it is like the rushing of a mighty wind: But who remains, who is left that will do the bidding of the Lord?

The Lord’s eyes rove over the entire land searching for a heart and spirit that seeks his face. In the land of Nod are only wanton lusts, and a darkness lies over the entire land. The darkness of rebellion arose early in the land and has grown to grab and hold the hearts of all men who live there. The sin of the land literally screams up to the Lord in protest, the land groans for relief. For the Wicked one of Old has a tight hold upon its peoples, even upon the land itself. Its cities are old and are crumbling down from neglect. The people are controlled by giants who are the Nephilim, the fallen ones of renown. The people spend their time in debauchery and in idolatry, building temples to their gods of wood and stone and iron. The river cities have only a hint of light in them, more so in the small villages and along the shores. There is still some faith in the wilderness areas where some hope springs. But it is slowly and surely being engulfed by the fires and smoke of the temples of abomination. The ancient copper mines of Nod are still worked by slaves to bring riches and power to the kings of the land. Those who enter the mines of Nod are never seen again.

To the south and west of Nod lies the land of Havilah, which is fed by the river Pishon. It is a wild land, sparsely inhabited by equally hard and untamed men. The land is divided by Rocky Mountains to the east and rolling rocky hills to the west and south. The land is covered by grass where some soil has built up. But man discovered long ago that his crops could not find their way there. The small canyons of the land are filled with all kinds of trees and brushwood, and with vines of all kinds that entangle the canyons, holding sway over them. For generations, man has sought and found gold, silver, and precious stones of all kinds in this land. Trade trails, both wide and narrow, interlace the land. The river Pishon hugs the roots of the mountains and is wide and deep. In many places, it broadens into wider and even deeper lakes that are smooth and still. It is said of the land that whoever controls the trade of the great river Pishon controls the hearts of men. Because on its barges floats the want of men. Some still seek the Lord in this land, but they are old and are fading away quickly. Faith is failing, for its men look to riches instead of to the Lord.

To the south and east of Nod lies the land Asshur, where the great river Euphrates separates it from the land of Nod to the north. The great river Tigris lies to the west and south of that land. It is a land of great variety, including the mountains to the west and south. Forest covers much of the land, and its ancient city of Enoch lies on the Euphrates. The cities of Asshur and Gherar sit on the Tigris. Its trade routes are few and far between as most trade in this land goes upon the rivers. In the far north of the land, on the great river Euphrates, and on the north end of the Lake of the Tigris lies the small but influential village the Piers-of-the-Tigris, where the great trading barges are built. The village is just south of the great headwaters of the four rivers of the land. Whoever controls the Piers-of-the-Tigris and the great headwaters control the kingdoms of men. Soon, the Lord knows, this land will be overcome by the corrupt. The great kings of the lands will kill and ravage and connive for the prize of the Piers-of-the-Tigris and the headwaters of the four great rivers. It is too great a prize to be ignored any longer.

The people in the land of Asshur are well-known for their trade in all manner of spices and foods. They glean from their land all kinds of aromatic resins and have mastered the art of making cloth and linens. Yet in this land, the sweet aroma of psalm and praise rarely raises itself above the head of any man. Praise is only given to the merchants, and psalm is only given to beautiful maidens or to the rulers of the land. The Lord is almost forgotten in the land, and few find time to acknowledge their Creator. Yet there are still some that honor the Lord with their lives and remember their Maker. There are still some who call upon the name of the Lord and remember from where their strength and wisdom come. But they too grow old and faint. As the days tick by, one by one, there are fewer each day in this land that honor the Lord.

The eyes of the Lord rove over the land of Cush. It is south of the land of Nod and lies east of the rolling hills of Havilah and west of the forest and mountains of Asshur. The great river Gihon snakes all through the land, widening and narrowing as it wraps its way through the land. Springs water all the lands. But in the land of Cush, the springs are even more abundant here than in any other. They water the land where the plains soak up the waters and bring forth abundantly of its fruits. Man has continued expanding further and further into the land, seeking its richness of growth. Here the hearts of many men are still soft, but even so, most are beginning to turn from the Lord and are controlled by the lords of the land. Or they simply work by day and rest by night, only thinking of the next day’s needs and wants. Most do not seek his face, even in this place.

On the great plain of Cush, two great cities have risen. To the north, the kingdom of Roth is laying claim to more and more land. To the south lies the kingdom of Abaddon. As with all of the kings of the lands, Abaddon is a great warrior and demands patronage. All under his dominion must pay homage to him and him alone.

With every generation, more men grow up not knowing their Lord and Creator—not knowing his love and mercy, not knowing his hand of protection. Most flock to the two great cities looking for something. But they know not what. Their path is hidden before them, and they pursue the lies of the Worm of the earth and the pleasures he provides. They search for riches but only find others that control them with want and need. Some cling to a hope of fame, but soon they grow old and are no more. Others long for a peace that is never there, and they live in constant fear of a future that gives no hope. The Lord knows that deep in their souls they are looking for him, but they are blind to the Lord and his ways. The world of man and the old Serpent have blinded them. The Worm’s pride has sunken deep into the hearts of men.

The heavens are shaken to their core, and the doorpost of the temple tremble simply at the Lord’s remembrance of the star that was thrown down upon the earth. And then, even as suddenly as the rumblings began, they end abruptly and are replaced by an even more profound quiet and calm. For the Ancient of Days knows that he will extend his mercy, he will extend his hope. Again He barely whispers, and this time it is like a balm that soothes one’s soul. The ever-present four leap for joy and circle the throne even more quickly than before, for there is delight in their path, and they cry out in unison, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and who is and who is to come. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty. The whole earth is full of his glory."

And almost as if in response to the praise of the Four, the Lord beckons forth with a simple question. The voice of the Lord is now only a whisper that goes through all of the heavens, and it seems, in hearing the voice of the Lord, that it is laced in mirth and in satisfaction. This time the voice of the Lord does not shake the heavens, but it flows into each crevice with surety and satisfaction. For before he speaks, he already knows: But who is there in the land that will do the bidding of his Lord? Who will go through the waters?

Then the embers of the great lampstand, which is before the throne of the Lord Most High, burn brightly; and a wisp of burning prayers is wafted up and into the air. It curls upon itself, finally billowing out all around the lampstand. The sweet aroma of praise is lifted unto the Lord, and his Spirit soars; the rocks almost cry out in resounding melody. The host of heaven listens, and the praises of man are lifted on wings and are hastened quickly to the Lord. To the far south of the land of Cush, in a small valley placed on the side of the mountains of Ur, the Lord once again finds his attention drawn. All the earth is familiar to the Lord. For that matter, all the universe and all his creation are just as familiar. But here, in this valley, he finds that this place is holy unto him, for here he has found a man whose faith has flowed down to his son and to his grandson. The Lord knows this place intimately, for he is called upon from here daily. Here his grace and love abounds, and he nurtures those within, for they still praise his name. Looking into this small valley, the Lord looks down upon his creation, and his eyes fall on the house of Methuselah, his remnant in the land.

Years earlier, Methuselah and his oldest son, Lamech, had lived on the northern plains of Cush. Lamech had been greatly blessed by the Lord and had raised many sons and daughters. His vineyard was the best in the land. But his spirit was uneasy. Too many looked to only their own wants and interest. Abaddon, a Nephilim, had come out of the land of Nod and was marshalling men to his side; nobody could stand against him. Many people were simply disappearing. At first, most believed they had simply moved on, but as time has gone on, one rumor has persisted. If you pledge loyalty to Abaddon, you are safe. Lamech decided it was time to move on, and he proposed the move to two of his sons. One, Noah, agreed it was time to move. Few people yet lived south and east of the Plains of Cush toward the mountains. So they had struck out to find a new home. A little to the south of Abaddon and three weeks’ travel to the east lies the mountain range of Ur. Just up from the plain and on the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain lies a small valley with many springs running through. When Lamech and Noah found the small valley, their spirits stirred within them, and they knew this would be a good place to start again. Elder Methuselah agreed. They had good fertile land and a good water supply. On the mountain above were all the trees they needed. Here they could build again. Hadn’t the Lord blessed them before, he would again. And indeed he had.

Here they still call upon my name and acknowledge me as Savior and Creator. Here is the seed that will grow. Here is the instrument of my purpose. I, the Lord, will sow my love and mercy. My servant Noah has a faith that is strong but needs to be stronger still. He must be refined as gold is refined in the fire, and his dross of pride must be removed. He is strong, but he must become even stronger so that he may stand in the days of the testing of his soul. Yes, the time draws near. There is still time for hearts to return to me. Noah’s faith is strong. But there is still one thing more: he must learn to depend only upon me.

Book 1

In the Ancient Scriptures, the Word of the Lord says through his messenger prophet, "For I am the Lord, I change not. And again it tells us through his saving prophet: Has not my hand made all these things, and so they came into being? This is the one I esteem: he who is humble and contrite in spirit, and trembles at my word."

It is early in the month of Nisan in the year of the Lord’s making. It is the 1,422nd year from the beginning, when the Lord God created the heavens and the earth. A small caravan is making its way south from the city of Abaddon on the plains of Cush. They are traveling on only trails known to them, into the wilderness of Cush.

Chapter

1

It had been a successful trip to Abaddon and father Lamech had done very well. With each passing year, it seemed there was more and more demand for their wines. But now, five days out of Abaddon, Noah was a little worried. Father had dropped a couple of men off to determine if they were being followed. These are dangerous times, and their caravan was well laden with all the supplies they would need for the next six months. Father was a good leader, and he felt ‘in his bones’ that someone was following them. He had spent too many years leading his family and knew when to trust his feelings.

Looking ahead, Noah could see his grandfather, Methuselah, plodding along. It always amazed him of the stamina his grandfather had. I’ll be blessed to live just half as long as he has, and he still keeps up with us. Did he just slip a little? Maybe it would be a good idea to have grandfather not come on these trips. But he, like me, wants to go to town to visit old friends and perhaps see all of the changes. It is amazing the changes that have occurred even since just the last time we were there: more people, more trading, less dependence on the Lord. And the pruning knives they had got were so much better than what they had. The blades were sharper than any he had seen, and the blades feel like they will hold an edge much better. The man they had gotten them off drove a hard deal. Good tools are hard to find, and he knew it. Oh well, we must have good tools to work with. It is hard to believe the number of people there were. I’m certainly glad father had decided to leave. Walking through the streets was uncomfortable with the crowd pressing in. He was certain some wine skins had been stolen, even though we tried to be as careful as possible. It is so hard to keep focused on watching the caravan when so much is going on around you. Walking along with the caravan, Noah’s thoughts went back again to their trip to Abaddon…

Coming to town, Irad, Abaddon’s chief steward, had met with Lamech on the outskirts of the city. As Irad approached the caravan, Lamech had recognized him and had ordered the caravan to stop. Lamech, Methuselah, and Noah had then gone on ahead and met briefly with Irad. Rushing up to him, Lamech embraced him and greeted him warmly saying, It is great to see you again, friend, Irad. Irad was an old friend of the family. He had been the chief steward of Seth, Lamech’s oldest son. Years ago, he had been sent to be in the house of Abaddon. Abaddon was the ruler of the land and, in his pride, had named the city after himself. Irad was beaming and was somewhat humbled by the warm greeting.

Thank you, Lamech, Irad replied. Oh, I am looking forward to your visit. I have been anxiously looking for your caravan. You are welcome, welcome indeed. Oh my, what am I thinking? Turning to Methuselah, he bowed low, saying, Welcome, Elder Methuselah, please forgive my bad manners, recognizing the elder among them. Please agree to be my guest on this visit.

Methuselah returned the bow with a small nod of his head and a smile. Thank you, Irad, for the warm welcome. Yes, we would be honored to be your guest.

Then turning to Noah, Irad embraced him. Welcome, Noah. It has been too long since I saw you last. Does elder Lamech make you work in the vineyard day and night? How long has it been since I last saw you: one, two years?

Noah was pleased at Irad’s welcome and blushed a little at the comment. Yes, father Lamech forces me to work in the vineyard all day, he replied with a little glint in his eye. I have not been to the city now for three years. Time marches on.

Lamech, I insist I get all of your trade for your wine this year, Irad stated, turning back to Lamech. My master has been out of good wine for at least two months, and I must have it. I should tell you I do not want it, to drive a better deal. But we all know you have the best wine around. We can discuss the particulars after you get settled in. I have brought some of my guards and soldiers to show you the way to the new quarters. The city is growing tremendously, and a new estate has been built since the last time you were here. I must leave you with the caravan and go prepare your quarters. After you get settled, we will dine together tonight and haggle over the price of your inferior wine. Again turning to Methuselah, Irad bowed low and gave his departing. Travel safe, Elder Methuselah. And with that, he turned and hurried back to the city.

Noah, Lamech said while watching Irad leave, go bring the caravan up as Father Methuselah and I wait here for you.

Noah hurried back to the caravan, encouraging the men that their journey was almost at an end. As the caravan came even closer to the city, Noah could hardly believe the changes and the growth. There were people everywhere. Abaddon was having a wall built around the city, and the city gates were now being guarded. While going through the market area, Lamech had come up from behind and tapped Noah on the shoulder. Keep at least one eye on the caravan, Noah, Lamech had reminded him, laughing as he said it. The more you pay attention to the caravan, the less apt you are to getting in trouble. Indeed, that could be very true. There were so many new things to observe: trading booths and stands everywhere with crowds around them all. Walking through the streets was exhilarating. The crowds pressed in, and the aromas were overpowering; the sour smell of sweat intermingled with the sweet aroma of incense and spices. Flashes of color and barkers vying for his attention easily drew his eyes to them. It was overwhelming to the senses. As soon as his eyes briefly focused on one trading booth, a flash of color or shout of selling would quickly draw his attention to another. After only a few minutes, Noah determined to watch the caravan more intently and to try to keep his eyes off the marketplaces. But it was hard to do. The path was crowded, and they could not make very good time. Everyone seemed to want to go in a different direction. It soon became apparent that the soldiers Irad had loaned them made their way much easier. Many gave way before them, and others did the best they could to either make room or get by as quickly as possible. Finally, they came to the new quarters, which were in a walled-off protected area.

As they came into the compound, friend Irad was there waiting with a large smile. All of the pack animals were quickly led away, and he assured Elder Methuselah his servants, animals of burden, and his goods and wines would be well attended to. Once again, Irad embraced Grandfather Methuselah, Father Lamech, and Noah, saying to each as he did so, Welcome, my most favored friend, to my humble abode. He then led them through the compound and up some outer stairs to some rooms on the upper floor. Here are your rooms as you stay. If you need a full bath, please tell the servants, and they will fetch water as you need. At the least, please refresh yourselves from your travels, as you will find wash basins within to wash away the filth of the day. Ask anything you need, and it will be given. Rest! Rest and refresh yourselves, for on the evening hour we will eat. Now I must go and see to the preparation for our meal.

Thank you, my friend Irad! answered Methuselah with a small hint of tiredness to his voice. You are a blessing from the Lord.

Noah found their quarters more than adequate. It was a fairly large room with a hearth and several simple, but clean, mats to sleep upon. The room had several windows for the breeze to flow through during the day. He was sure that at night, most, if not all of the windows, would be closed to keep the cool out of the room. Their personal belongings were already bundled in the room, and Noah decided to go ahead and take a full bathing. If at all possible, he always would wash the day’s filth off his arms and legs, and sometimes his torso. But after their long trip, it would feel good to take a full bathing. He indicated his needs to a servant, and he was quickly taken to a private bathing area that was well lit. The water was warm but not hot. As he finished and entered the dressing area, his tunic and waist coat had been removed, and in its place was a heavy full-length linen robe. He donned the gown and quickly made his way back to their sleeping quarters. Once there, he then slowed his pace and took his time to deliberately change into his finest linen tunic—the one his mother, Ruth, had made for him. It had a modest cream-colored embroidery around the shoulder areas and down the arms. It was a simple but elegant pattern that continued down the sleeves and made a brief flourish around the sleeve cuff. He tied his blue linen girdle around his waist and then carefully wrapped a clean turban around his head. Lastly, he draped his long outer mantle over his shoulders. He was hesitant for a moment, debating on if he would wear sandals or not, and in the end, he decided to wear his house sandals. He took more time to latchet them on, and while doing so, he flexed his feet and toes to get the soreness of the day out of them. The sandals were very comfortable, and the soft leather felt good around his feet. He had walked long that day, and the added support seemed to soothe his feet. By the time he had completed his bathing and dressing, the evening hour was fast approaching. He briefly wondered about his other clothes, but resolved to not ask about them. He was certain that Elder Irad would have his servants wash them, and so there should be no concern. He then made his way to the dining hall, being led there by another servant.

As he entered, the servant led him to a place to the left of his father, Lamech. Noah lounged himself next to his father, greeting him as he sat to lounge at the long dining table. As he was seating himself, Grandfather Methuselah also entered the room, accompanied by Irad, who was beaming and making sure everything was set and ready. He led Grandfather to a place a little to the right of his father, Lamech, and then Irad sat between them beaming. He quickly acknowledged Father Lamech and Noah and then checked the meal laid before them one last time. He slapped his hands once, to gain everyone’s attention, and then he simply turned and looked at Grandfather Methuselah. Irad was beaming with a bright cheery face; he always seemed to have a smile on his face.

Grandfather Methuselah was dressed in a very simple, clean white robe, with a white turban and plain sandals. The only color upon him was a bright red waist belt. His beard was well groomed and long and was almost as white as his robe. His eyebrows were mostly white, with just a hint of a little black that would not yield to age. Although he could not see Grandfather’s hair, for it was covered well by the turban, he knew it was as white as his beard was. His eyes gleamed green, for that was the dominant trait of their family. In this brief respite of just a moment, Noah quickly spoke a silent prayer to the Lord for his grandfather, Methuselah. He was the patriarch and spiritual leader of their clan. True, Elder Jared was Grandfather Methuselah’s own grandfather, and he still lived. But he seldom was able to see him. He could not remember a time when he had ever saw his grandfather out of control, or even angry. He was always very pleasant.

And then the moment passed, by Grandfather Methuselah grabbing a large loaf of bread, and he began breaking it, saying as he did so, Praise and thanks to the Lord who provides us with provision from the soil, grace from the vine, and richness from the fruit of the trees.

Irad then clapped his hands again, shouting out, Wine, bring wine! For our feast of fellowship begins!

Noah was amazed at the feast laid out before them. He had never seen such a variety, and the fragrances and tastes were amazing. He had never tasted many of the spices they were using. After dining, Irad and Lamech discussed the trade for the wine, and that is when Irad informed them of the new trading rules and system. Abaddon had developed a new trade coin that had to be used for all trade in his kingdom. It carried his seal and his image on it and was the only coinage to be used in his realm. With all trade, a tariff was charged to go back to Abaddon. Another sign that Abaddon’s influence was ever growing. Noah could tell that Grandfather Methuselah was somewhat upset about this new development by a simple lifting of one of Grandfather’s eyebrows. But he said nothing. It was clear that if we were to trade in Abaddon, we had no choice but to use the coin. Although many had used some type of coins for many years, Grandfather Methuselah and Father Lamech had always bartered for their wine. Methuselah trusted his son’s judgment and would not say anything, especially in front of Irad. Finally, after going back and forth, Lamech agreed to a trade. He had pushed Irad to the limit, and he was beginning to get upset, which was a hard thing to do since Irad was such a light-tempered man. Noah could see that Lamech was in unknown territory because he did not know the value of the new coins. He could see the wisdom of knowing he must be getting a good deal based on Irad’s demeanor.

Oh my brother, you drive a hard deal. Irad sighed. You will see when you buy goods with your bounty that I have given you a good deal. Believe me, I have. But I expect you to remember this, and on the next trip, you will not be so harsh on your friend, eh.

Lamech just shook his head, saying, I may need you to go with me to buy my goods and make sure I do not make a fool out of myself.

With that, Irad burst out in laughter, replying, If I were half as good as you at haggling, I would indeed be a wealthy man. You, my friend, have nothing to worry about. It is the sellers that should be wary of you. But enough of business. Bring in the musicians and the dancers. We must entertain our friends. Noah could visibly see Lamech relaxing now that the negotiations were ended. Irad was almost like family and had always given a fair bargain. But much depended upon the trade of the wine, and until the bargain was struck, Father Lamech was always a little nervous. Watching the dancers and listening to the music was relaxing, Noah mused. It was not often that he could just sit back and relax. Thinking back to the meeting with Irad earlier in the day, Noah felt pride at Irad’s comments about their wine being the best he could find, knowing that his skill in tending the vineyard was a large part of their success.

After only a few minutes, Methuselah got up to make his exit. Irad my friend, Methuselah said while washing his hands from the offered bowl that a servant had suddenly brought, thank you for your generosity in business and generosity in hospitality. The meal was excellent, and the entertainment exquisite. But I must take my leave and retire. I feel tired to my bones and must go and visit my Lord. May the Lord bless you, and keep you and your household.

Irad leapt to his feet brushing some bread crumbs from his beard. Thank you, thank you, Elder Methuselah. You are too kind. I pray the quarters I have had prepared for you are to your liking. Yes, and I appreciate your prayers for me and my household. The Lord has been gracious to me by providing me with your friendship. May you sleep well! Let my servants know if you need anything. Irad bowed low beaming with gratitude from Methuselah’s words. All knew that Methuselah was a most godly man and praise from him was praise indeed.

After Methuselah had left, all had settled back down. Lamech and Irad quickly began discussing old days and friends. For the most part, Noah just listened and chimed in every once in a while. Watching the women dance, Noah realized again that he was a lonely man. He had not found his workmate, his soul mate. Long ago, he had been pledged to wed Leah, a daughter of one of Lamech’s close friends. But a month before the marriage bond, Leah had come down with a high fever and had died. Noah and both families had been devastated. It was years before Noah would even leave his precious vineyard. He just sank his energy and his feelings into the work of the vineyard. After that, Lamech had decided to let Noah work it out and that he would not arrange another wife, nor would he broach the subject. An hour or so, after Methuselah had left the feast, Noah made his departure to also retire for the night. Irad and Lamech would reminisce late into the night. Walking back to their quarters, Noah recollected again the loss of Leah. Why did she have to die? I must trust in the Lord; Leah is in his hands. I am in his hands. The Lord will provide. Entering their quarters, Noah quietly shuffled over to his sleeping mat, and there on his mat were his washed and cleaned tunic and outer waistcoat or mantle. He was mildly surprised. He knew Irad would have it washed and cleaned, but to get them back so soon was a surprise. One of the servants must have dried it over some embers for it to be ready so quickly. It spoke well of his host. Going quietly to his personal things, he retrieved his prayer rug.

There was enough light to see by but not much more. Noah liked to have a bright candle lit while sleeping, but he did not want to bother Father Lamech’s or Grandfather Methuselah’s sleep. The present light would have to do. He arranged his prayer rug and his prayer lamp and got up quietly and went to the hearth that was providing the little bit of light in the room. It would also keep the chill out of the room through the night. Lighting a small twig supplied for such purposes, he returned to his bed and lit his prayer lamp. Settling down to pray, Noah could hear Methuselah still praying to the Lord. The incense smoke from the lamp swirled and arose, and Noah began his prayer as always. Lord, I beseech you to walk with me. I come to you as your child, for you are my Creator and Life sustenance… Later, in his prayer, Noah felt his spirit reaching out to the Lord in conviction. He must let go of Leah. Tonight, he had thought of Leah again after all these years. It had been so long ago, and he seldom thought of her. But here, now, the Lord was telling him in his heart to let her go. Believe and have faith! The Lord truly has her in his hands. He has me in his hands. Suddenly, he was brought back to the moment. He could smell the incense, but what had broken his communion? From across the room, he could again hear Grandfather Methuselah still saying his prayers, walking with the Lord. Thank you so much, oh Lord, for Elder Methuselah. He is your constant and true servant, and you have blessed us greatly by giving him long life. May I be as good a servant as he has for your glory. Give me the strength of spirit and fervor you have given him. Again, Noah felt he was back in the Lord’s presence. Show me your face, oh Lord, that I may also walk with you, as Father Lamech does, as Elder Methuselah does, as Elder Enoch did. I long to see you. Then, as if a candle had been lit, Noah could sense a light go across his spirit, and he felt a shame and remorse. Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned against you. My pride has encroached upon me. It is not me and my efforts that have produced the bountiful crop that you have provided for our needs. Who am I, Lord, when compared to you? Nothing! Who gives life, but you? Who brings forth the springs, but you? Who brings forth the fruit upon the vine, but you? Who bestows wisdom upon man, but you? For all wisdom springs from your storehouse. You are worthy to be praised. I give you honor and praise for providing for your humble servant and giving us our success in the vineyard. Give me rest for the night and strength for the morrow. Give Father Lamech wisdom in leading us and continue to allow Elder Methuselah to walk with us. I place my spirit in your care, for you are my Lord and my God.

Putting up his prayer rug, he snuffed out the prayer lamp and lay down. He could still smell the aroma of the incense and thought it was good to be the Lord’s child. Falling to sleep, he could still hear Grandfather Methuselah walking with the Lord. Tomorrow would be a good day. Tomorrow he would see all the changes that had come about since his last visit.

After his morning walk with the Lord, Noah dressed for the day with his mind racing on the prospects of what this day may bring. He slipped on his normal working tunic that friend Irad had had cleaned the night before. It was a plain garment with no adornment, and it suited him well. He girded himself with his leather belt and made sure his short blade was well secured. He normally did not carry a blade, but always did when away from the valley. No matter how often he carried it, he could not get used to its feel. Father Lamech never went anywhere without his blade, often saying, One never knows when the need may arise for its use. He took his time latching on his well-worn working sandals. They were open-toed and left his feet a little cool. Last of all, he put on his short mantle. Again, it was plain and simple, but he was comfortable working in them and preferred them to most any other garb. And besides, it was important to not give the impression he was well-off. The barters and merchants would take advantage.

After the breaking of fast, Noah went to see the quarters their pack donkeys had been provided. He knew Irad would have taken good care of them, but he needed to find something to pass some time to allow Elder Methuselah to get ready to go. He was anxious to get to the market. Yesterday, while going through the city, they had gone through part of the market. There were some booths he had gotten a glimpse of that had aroused his curiosity. He decided to do mending work on the animal packs. There was always something to work on. Going to the packs, he began going over them, looking for places of too much wear. Picking a pack that had a cinch that was getting worn, he settled down to work. Working with his hands always settled him down, calmed his nerves, and soothed his soul. He had noticed from the day before there were soldiers everywhere. The new trading coin spoke of Abaddon’s continued grip on the area. Even though they were in Abaddon’s estate, Noah had never actually seen Abaddon or been in his presence. Irad had his own quarters, and Abaddon never came here. Irad had always traded fairly with them and was a steady partner. Stretching to ease a muscle, he looked out the window. It was well past two hours after sunrise. Standing up to go check on Lamech and Methuselah, Noah immediately quickly sat back down again and started working again. It’s hard to wait, he thought. But I must, out of respect for Father Lamech and Elder Methuselah. After settling down again, Noah went over in his mind some of the things they had to pick up. Ruth, Noah’s mother, had strongly reminded him to get plenty of spices. She had chided Lamech about not getting spices, and he had just laughed it off. Yes, wife, you are wise to remind Noah. He will remember, he had said. We are also getting low on incense, my son, she had said while hugging Noah good-bye. May the Lord watch over you and protect you on your journey.

Finally, after another half hour of work, Noah could hear Father Lamech and Elder Methuselah coming. He was just finishing up a pack, so he hoisted it up onto the closest stall and started putting the tools away. Lamech and Methuselah entered with Irad and a band of soldiers following. Ah, there you are, Noah. Are you ready yet to go to the market? Lamech asked with a smile, knowing that Noah had been ready for some time. Irad suggests that we should be accompanied by some of his bodyguards. Not only can they be of service for protection if needed, friend Irad believes they can help in finding what you want, and the sellers will most likely give you a better bargain knowing you are a guest of his. Irad will go with me today. You and Father Methuselah can stay together. Here are several bags of coins that should be more than enough for today. I am not going to buy anything today unless I run into something I just can’t pass up. Mainly I am just going to see what the prices are for the new coins. Make note of items you see we may want to get, and make notes on prices so we can make plans on our purchases for this trip. I will concentrate on the grains and foodstuffs. Can you make a list of spices and incense? Also, make note of any material we can get for your mother. I don’t need to remind you, but you have a keen eye for new tools we can use. Be on the lookout for those. Is there anything else?

Yes, Father, Noah replied, what is the coin’s worth?

Here, let me show you, Lamech answered while getting out a coin. Irad told me last night this is a cor and is worth about one homer of grain. As you probably already guessed, they are named after the grain equivalent they were worth. They have found the prices of grain will vary depending on the harvest and times, but that is pretty close to their value. That is why I am not planning on getting anything for a couple of days until I can determine what’s a good price for whatever I may be looking to get. Turning to Irad, Lamech asked, Any last piece of advice before we part company.

Yes, Master Lamech, Irad replied, keep a close eye on your purse strings. There are thieves everywhere. The penalty for theft here is severe, but many still steal. Some will try to barter, but that is now not allowed in Abaddon’s kingdom. Have patience.

Thank you, friend Irad, for the advice, information, and soldiers, said Methuselah, leaning on his walking staff. You have been of great service.

Irad bowed low to Methuselah with a deepening blush. This is the least I could do, Master Methuselah. May you have a successful day. May the Lord’s peace follow you this day.

May the Lord bless you also. Turning to Lamech, Methuselah gave him a hearty hug, saying, You have done well, my son, in trading for our wine. Enjoy today. I insist you get something for yourself and for Ruth.

It only took a minute to lose sight of Lamech and Irad as they hurried to the market. Turning, Noah made sure his small band was ready to leave, and they followed where Lamech had just headed. Noah had noted that this was the first time friend Irad had detached guards for them. It spoke well of their friendship, but it also aroused his curiosity. Were things getting so bad in the city that it was coming to this? He briefly made sure his coin bags were tied securely to his leather girdle, thinking this again was something new to get used to. The bodyguards followed closely by, just a step behind. They had also decided to take one donkey to carry some provisions and the trading coins, and it was bringing up the rear. But before they had gone very far, Methuselah put his hand on Noah’s shoulder, stopping the small band. Forgive me, Noah, he said while stopping. We need to get our provisions in order. Turning to what appeared to be the leader of the soldiers, Methuselah asked him, My kind sir, what is your name, please?

A mild look of astonishment came over the guard’s face. No one ever asked for a guard’s name unless something was wrong. My name is Agar, lord, he replied while thinking, What have I done wrong?

Agar, I am putting you in charge of the donkey, provisions, and trading coins, Methuselah stated while peering into Agar’s eyes. I will depend on you for their safety. Can you assure me they are in safe hands?

Most assuredly, my Lord, they are in safekeeping, Agar snapped, straightening his back even more than it was before. Turning to his men, he ordered two behind the donkey and two in front. See to it these provisions stay ours!

Turning back to Noah, Methuselah gripped Noah’s shoulder. Thank you for indulging me. I am ready to go now.

Oh, by the way, Grandfather Methuselah, is there anything in particular that you need?

Thank you for asking, Noah. Yes, I need a new prayer rug. Mine has seen too many days.

Most of the rest of the day was just a blur. Noah was glad that Father Lamech had made it a point to indicate he was just going to determine prices the first day or so. He wrote down and compared prices for the different items of interest from the different booths. It was mind-boggling, the variety of goods. A lot of it was just worthless. One of the most interesting booths was selling all kinds of spices. Spices were hard to come by. In this particular booth, the owner had his daughters and wife also selling spices. Noah had struck up a conversation with the wife inquiring about what they had. Noah’s mother, Ruth, loved to overlook all the cooking in the house and was always curious of new spices to use in cooking and how to prepare new dishes. Noah was sure the old lady was taken back a little that he was so interested in the preparation of food. In truth, he was not that interested in cooking, but he did like eating new foods and knew the main way to accomplish that was by getting information for his mother. After just a few minutes, he found out that they had cinnamon. Cinnamon was hard to find, so he went ahead and purchased what they could use in the next couple of years. Going over in his mind the value of the new coins, he felt the price was reasonable. He told the woman he would make it a point to come back and do more trading.

Making a note of where the spice booth was, they then found a booth where a man was selling incense. He had all the different incenses he needed, but it seemed the prices where a little high. But still, Noah thought, this could be a good place to get our incense. Taking note of the prices, another thought came to mind. During the day, they had kept a lookout for prayer rugs. They had found two booths that sold prayer rugs, but Methuselah was very disappointed in the quality of the rugs. These will not do, Methuselah had whispered while examining the weave. These will not do at all. Who would trade something of this quality, especially for something as important as a prayer rug? Who would trade for it? In the second booth, Methuselah had pulled Noah to the side and said, I wouldn’t buy one of these rugs for our donkeys to lie on. This man needs to spend more time in making them, and I am thinking more time in using them. Noah had agreed, but could not suppress a smile, buying a prayer rug could be serious business.

Noah could tell Methuselah was getting anxious about finding a good prayer rug. He reasoned that someone selling incense may know of a good place to get a good prayer rug. So he asked the owner of the incense booth where he could find a good-quality prayer rug. Thinking briefly, the owner nodded his head and responded, There is an older gentleman selling prayer rugs down by the southern gate. I think it is about one hundred paces from the gate. I can vouch for the quality. They are excellent rugs. But be warned. They are fairly expensive. The owner is proud of his work and is proud of his rugs. He does not part lightly with them.

Out of the corner of his eye, Noah could see that Methuselah had suddenly taken interest in their conversation. Did I hear this good man correctly? We must go and check it out. About how far is it to the southern gate?

It will probably take you about half an hour’s time to get there, my lord, answered the incense seller.

But before Methuselah could ask another question, Agar stepped forward and indicated to Methuselah and Noah he knew the way well. We must be off then. Forgive our hasty departure. We will most assuredly return and purchase some of your fine incense, Methuselah blubbered while turning to leave.

Noah quickly took a note of the location of the incense seller. He knew he would be getting their incense from here. Methuselah had said he would be back to buy incense, and his word was his bond. I guess the prices will have to do. Looking up, Methuselah was already quite some way off, heading south. Gathering himself, Noah took off to catch up with his small band. It wasn’t really all that far, but they could not go at a good pace because of all the people. At first, Noah tried to see what all was being sold in the booths as they passed by, but after a while, he just gave up. Methuselah was on a mission, and he was not slowing down for anything.

They could see the booth pretty easily as they approached. There were prayer rugs hanging on display, and from a distance, it looked as if there was a good selection. As they entered the booth, Noah wondered if they had come all this way for nothing. There were not any patrons in the booth. Methuselah was already examining the rugs. An older man, who appeared to be the owner, had already hustled over and was showing him his wares. Noah could hear him welcoming Methuselah and asking if he was looking for a particular size or color. Noah decided to leave Methuselah on his own and strolled over to a pile fairly close to Methuselah and began looking them over. They were indeed nice rugs, probably the finest he had ever seen. The nap was tight and fairly deep, made from good-quality wool. They were made of a variety of patterns, very exquisite. A younger man approached Noah and asked him if he could be of any service. Noah just responded that he was with elder Methuselah, pointing to his grandfather. Noah stayed close enough to listen to Methuselah’s conversation as he went through the pile of rugs.

These are nice. Methuselah sighed as he passed his hand across a rug. Excellent quality!

Thank you for your kind words, my lord, answered the merchant. Here, look at this one, I think this is my favorite pattern. My wife and family make all our rugs. Methuselah was in heaven. Noah knew they would be here for a while. Methuselah and the merchant seemed to be forming a quick bond. They had something in common, a good prayer rug.

Look, my lord, enticed the merchant as he lovingly swept his hand across the end of one of the prayer rugs. All of our rugs can be identified by a short prayer or phrase weaved in the end. See, this one says, ‘Draw near to the Lord,’ and this one, ‘The Lord is my refuge.’

Yes, I noticed that, very nice. How much are they? asked Methuselah.

After pausing a moment, the merchant coughed and pondered a moment. I will give you a good deal and sell you one for twenty-five cor. I can come down a little bit if you buy two, he added meekly.

Methuselah didn’t even bat an eye. Noah went over this in his mind thinking, My, that is a good five months wages, maybe six! But Methuselah just kept on looking. He put two rugs to the side and continued to go over more. Every once in a while, he pulled one aside and put it on his pile. After about half an hour, he had six piled up, and he laid them all out side by side. Finally, Noah thought, he is going to choose one of these.

I am going to get these, Methuselah said with certainty.

Noah almost let out a gasp but was just able to control himself. What in the world is he going to do with six prayer rugs? One will probably last him the rest of his life. Hold your tongue, Noah, he thought. This is important to him. He had been watching the merchant as Methuselah announced he was going to get six rugs; the man’s knees almost buckle.

Oh, may the Lord bless you. May you draw near to the Lord. The merchant sighed, taking an audible breath.

Yes, for sure, the Lord has been kind to me and will bless me. May I ask your family’s name so I know where I may come if I want to get some more.

Yes, my lord, my name is Malachi. You are too kind to notice someone as low as myself, your humble servant.

It still took them another twenty minutes to leave the booth. Methuselah and Malachi got into a conversation about their families at which time Noah and Malachi’s son, Kena, were introduced. Malachi lamented that only one of his sons had decided to stay with him and make rugs. The others have dispersed, most had gone to the kingdom of Roth, and he rarely saw them. Just from listening to them talk, Noah realized that both families were very similar. The old ways are parting. Finally, Methuselah heartily gave his departing. Noah added his, and they headed back to Irad’s quarters. By this time, it was getting late in the day, and most of the booths had already shut down. Going back, Noah set a slow pace. Off in the distance, he could hear laughter and the low muffle of conversations as people sat down to eat their evening meal. The heat of the day was passing, and a slight cool breeze was blowing. I never tire of evenings, Noah thought. A day’s work done, it was a good time to relax. Methuselah redirected his path to come closer to Noah and put his hand on Noah’s shoulder as they walked.

Thank you, Noah, for being considerate of my wants today. I appreciate your patience. It is a good day the Lord has provided.

You are most welcome, Grandfather Methuselah, Noah responded. And, yes, it is a grand evening. I am glad we have had this day together. The Lord is indeed good.

For most of the rest of the way back, there was little talk. Both men just enjoyed the walk back in each other’s company. By the time they return back to Irad’s estate, it was past the normal hour for the evening meal. But Irad and Lamech had waited for Methuselah and Noah to return. The evening meal was again a feast of new foods. But tonight Noah enjoyed the meal much more, taking his time to taste each bite and savor it. Lamech and Noah went over the day’s finds and prices in detail. It appeared they would do well on this trip considering the prices they had gotten for their wine. The price of grain was going up, and the price of dyes or any-colored cloth was also going up. Again Methuselah made his parting closely following the meal, retiring to their sleeping quarters to commune with the Lord. This evening, Noah hardly noticed the entertainment. He was more interested in what Lamech had found. After a couple of hours, he decided to also retire.

Getting back to their sleeping quarters, Noah prepared for his day’s ending walk with the Lord. While getting the lighted twig to light his prayer lamp, Noah glanced over toward Methuselah to see if he was using one of his new prayer rugs. Noah could barely make out the tattered ends and the old familiar pattern of his old rug in his brief glance. While lighting his lamp, Noah shrugged his shoulders thinking, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. Grandfather Methuselah grows very fond of his prayer rugs. It must be hard for him to let go of them. With the fragrant smell of the newly lit incense swirling up, Noah began his prayer, Lord, I beseech you to walk with me. I come to you as your child, for you are my Creator and Life sustenance…

The next morning was