If you ever went to Sunday School, you probably remember the song about the Lord telling Noah to build him an ark, right? Then you’ll remember the second (or maybe third) verse:

The animals, they came on, they came on by twosies, twosies.

Animals, they came on, they came on by twosies, twosies.

Elephants and (clap) kangaroosies, roosies.

Children of the Lord.

It may be a riveting song, but it’s not entirely correct. We all grew up hearing how God tells Noah to bring on two of every kind of animal, male and female and, in fact, the end of Genesis six says that very thing. HOWEVER, when you get to chapter seven (which is a lot like the end of chapter six, only more detailed), God tells Noah to take with him SEVEN of every kind of clean animal, a male and its mate.

Oh, yes he does!

Look for yourself while I refill my coffee cup.

Did you see that?

He also commanded seven of every kind of bird. And then two of every other kind of animal. You know, the unclean animals that weren’t worthy for eating or sacrifice. How would you like to be one of the “privileged” seven, only to find out you’re going to be on the buffet line?

Noah was 600 years old when the ark was finished and the skies opened up. Lucky for him, he didn’t have to actually go out and round up the animals because I’m only fifty-something and sometimes I can’t get one dog to come in the house. The animals just show up at the gangplank and walk onboard, as do Noah and his family. God then seals the door so there’s no getting off the cruise ship now!

We all know the next part. It rained for 40 days and 40 nights. There was so much water that even the tallest mountain peak was covered by more than twenty feet. I remember being a kid and thinking that if every living thing outside of the ark was supposed to be destroyed, what about all the sea life. But this is cleared up in verse 22. 

Everything on dry land that had the breath of life in its nostrils died.

One little sentence I was never taught – or at least don’t remember being taught. It could have saved me years of pondering. Which is why I think Bible stories are great, but it’s so much better to go straight to the source ’cause who knows what’s being left out.

It may have rained for 40 days and 40 nights, but the earth was flooded for 150 days. That’s a long time to be cooped up on a big boat with a bunch of smelly animals. Come to think of it, the people were probably pretty smelly, too. Maybe the odors cancelled each other out.

That’s the end of chapter seven, but get a load of this.

Your mind is about to be blown!

Chapter five is the genealogy from Adam to Noah, complete with the age each man fathered whoever is next in line and the age they died. Methuselah fathered Lamech when he was 187. Lamech fathered Noah when he was 182. Noah was 600 when the floodwaters came.

Bear with me because I’m about to send you straight trippin’. Let’s do some simple addition.

187 + 182 = 369 (the age of Methuselah when Noah was born).

Noah was 600 when the floodwaters came.

369 + 600 = 969

Guess how old Methuselah was when he died. Go on. Guess.


Which tells me Noah’s grandpappy was lost in the flood. Crazy, right?


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Do you have any thoughts on this chapter? Maybe the part about seven of each clean animal? Or possibly the whole Methuselah math problem? Let us know.


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