We’ve moved house a few times. I can remember one particularly traumatic move when a tiny van with no tail lift rolled up with one elderly man and a young lad. When he saw how much stuff we had (and I had emphasised to his firm that it was a big move, with lots of old heavy furniture and a piano) he said he wanted to cry! He disappeared and left us to it! I thank God that we belonged to a very caring fellowship that turned out for us as they all finished work, hired a van, and after about 4 runs, got the job done, and we handed the keys over just before midnight. We all had a glimpse of what exhausted looks like!
Noah had to leave his home behind and move into new accommodation. He also had to share it with all the family, a great deal of livestock and a year’s supply of food for them all. Not only that, he had to collect all the livestock and organise them into their new quarters. And there was something of a time limit on all this activity. Makes my worst-case scenario look like the chicken-feed!
Then God shut them in. (Genesis 7 v 16) That was real protection. No doubt others would have tried to enter once they realised their danger, but the tenants of the ark were sealed in.
I wonder if they felt claustrophobic?
As Christians we are sealed into the deal. Ephesians 4 v 30 says “And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.” This is in the context of the standards that are expected of us.
Sometimes, if we are honest, we find God’s laws a bit claustrophobic. We might from time to time feel chafed that we aren’t free to do our own thing. But those laws are there for our protection, for our good. God doesn’t want to limit us, but to keep us safe. “Noah did all that the Lord commanded him” (ch 7 v 5) and as we’ve seen before, he would not have survived otherwise; the chinks in the seal are simply a vulnerability. Obedience is the safest place.