By the way, the ark continues to be built in my life. A cubit long here, ten cubits wide there. A person here, a person there. A character flaw sanded down here, cleaner lines there. A rotten joist removed here, new ones placed there. Berths for my family, rooms for the whole world. And over and all around, under the Lordship of the Great Architect, something is being built. Its scale is great, its height and breadth impossible to fathom from the ground.
Maybe you and I will stand together one day and hug and compare the plans and progress of our Arks and be amazed at how they are the same.