“The Dream of the New Dawn” Part 3

—A dream from Noah - after the floodwaters receded

The days of rain had passed. The ark rested on the mountain, and the waters began to subside, leaving behind a silent world. Noah stood on the deck, his gaze sweeping over the barren land, the remnants of the storm still lingering in the air. His heart was heavy, not with grief, but with the weight of something far greater. The flood had come. The flood had gone. But the world before him was not the same.

It was a world that needed more than survival. It needed rebirth.

Noah, once a builder of ships, now felt the call to build something far greater. But what? He was a man changed. His task was not to be a shipbuilder, a man of survival. His destiny was to be a herald of a kingdom—a kingdom of God to a lost world.

That night, as the stars began to emerge from behind the veil of clouds, Noah fell asleep in the quiet of the ark. And the dream came, as it always did, when he least expected it.

He stood in the middle of a field, the land still wet with the remnants of the flood, the air cool with the promise of new life. Before him was a stone altar, crude yet purposeful, covered with the first fruits of the earth—an offering to the Lord. The earth was silent, waiting, listening.

Noah looked up and saw a figure standing before him—a man like no other. It was not the Lord as he had seen Him before, but someone who carried His presence, His essence. The man’s eyes were filled with fire, and his voice echoed with the sound of a future yet to come.

“What will you build now, Noah?” the man asked. “The ark has saved you from the storm, but the storm has only begun for the world. What will you build in the days to come?”

Noah, still unsure, answered as he always had.

“I built the ark because You commanded me. But now... I do not know what to build.”

The figure’s eyes softened, and he stepped forward, placing his hand on Noah’s shoulder.

“You will not build another ark, Noah. You will build something greater. The ark was a vessel of salvation for the old world. But you will be the vessel of salvation for this new world.”

Noah’s heart raced. “But how? I am only a man. How can I lead such a thing?”

The figure smiled, a smile that carried both sorrow and hope.

“You are not just a man. You are the father of a new beginning. You will teach the world to walk with God. You will teach them the ways of My kingdom. The flood was not just a cleansing of the earth—it was the beginning of a new covenant, a new relationship. You will teach them how to worship, how to sacrifice, how to live in harmony with My will.”

Noah looked around, seeing the remnants of the floodwaters still receding, the land waiting to be repopulated, to be renewed. He could see his sons, their wives, the children yet to be born—he could see them all as part of this promise.

“Will they hear me?” Noah asked. “Will they listen?”

The figure’s eyes grew intense, burning with the fire of destiny.

“Some will. Some will hear and walk with you. But many will reject. It will be hard, Noah. But you must not grow weary. The world is lost, but My kingdom is coming. And you will bring it—through your faith, through your obedience. You will lead them to walk in My ways. And I will walk with you.”

The ground trembled beneath his feet, as if the very earth knew the weight of these words. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of something ancient and eternal, as if the promise of a new beginning had already been woven into the fabric of the world.

“You are the father of a new world,” the figure said, “and in your steps, others will follow. This is not the end, but the beginning. The flood is over, but the kingdom of God is here—beginning with you.”

Noah stood silent, overwhelmed by the gravity of it all. His hands were still rough with the work of the ark, but now, those same hands would work to rebuild something far greater: a world, a people, a relationship with God.

“Will you walk with Me?” the figure asked.

Noah, his heart full, his spirit resolved, nodded slowly.

“I will walk with You.”

The figure smiled and vanished, leaving behind only the echo of His words. The land was quiet now, the air clear, but in that stillness, Noah understood. The task ahead was not to survive, but to restore—to bring the kingdom of God to a lost world.

He awoke to the sound of the birds singing, a chorus of life returned. He stood, gazing out at the world before him. The ark had been built. The flood had come. But his true calling was just beginning.

The Lord’s promise, the covenant, would not only be with him. It would be with all who chose to walk in His ways. And Noah, standing at the threshold of this new world, knew that he was called to be more than a shipbuilder.

He was called to be a builder of faith, a father of nations, a herald of the kingdom of God.

And as the first light of dawn touched the earth, Noah whispered to the wind:

"I will walk with You."

The flood had passed. And the kingdom of God was beginning again.

M. Joseph Hutzler,

Eschatologist