The other night my little guy brought me the story of Noah to read to him before bedtime. The book starts with this description of Noah on Page 1:
A long time time ago there lived a man called Noah.
Noah was a good man, who trusted in God.
Alright… fair enough. Turn to Page 2. This is where we learn about the type of God that Noah trusted.
The following conversation is purely fictional and has occurred only in my mind… well, except for the conclusion.
G: Daddy, what does wicked mean?
D: Well, it means they had done some things wrong that God didn’t like. They had broken God’s rules.
G: So, God’s going to punish them? Like, give them a time-out.
D: Not exactly. He’s going to cause a flood and drown all of the wicked people.
G: But Daddy, I thought God loved people.
D: So did I son, so did I.