“Tell me a story, Daddy!” We’d be riding in the backseat, and I’d be bored. And since my dad is a great storyteller, I’d always ask for the story of Noah. Not really sure why. Maybe it was the animals. Or the boat. Or the water. I’ve always loved the water.
There’s a certain perfection of a little girl snuggled up tightly to her dad. Both arms around one of his, face in his shoulder, the sweet cologne on his chunky sweater; the smell of protection and care. If there are a few moments in my childhood I could return to again and again, this would be one of them.
So I guess it makes sense, then, that Noah is one of my very favorite Bible stories. My dad told it so well, over and over and over. “Noah built and built and built and built for so long. One hundred and twenty yyeeeaarrrrs it took him to build the ark!” I can hear the rise and fall of his voice as if my 4-year-old head is on his chest again.
Not long ago, my mom and I were due for a road trip out east, to visit family and to my college town for a conference. Between the conference and the family was one extra stop I wanted to make. The Sight & Sound Theatre in Lancaster, PA. Because Noah. NOAH. Was the featured production. I couldn’t pass it up.
The book is always better than the movie (or play) but I have to say…Sight & Sound’s production did not disappoint. It was almost like they had been in the backseat listening to my dad tell me the story of Noah and the Ark. Regrettably, my dad didn’t come on that road trip, so he didn’t get to experience Sight & Sound with us. (Add it to the bucket list, Dad.)
But. As beautifully and fantastically as Sight & Sound presented Noah, my favorite storyteller will always be my dad.
Monday Mugs is where I tell the stories behind my coffee mugs. Each one holds a story (and coffee, of course) of somewhere I’ve been or something I’ve seen. The photos are my actual mugs, not lookalikes found online. So grab one of your own mugs (fill it with coffee first) and hear the stories of mine. And don’t forget the cream and sugar.