What was a concert with a name like "100% Chance of Rain" without a Noah?
Well, I can't tell you because we had one. He had a full beard, brown in color, kind eyes, wide hands, and a voice that poured like molasses.
Somehow my mom got him up on stage. His wife got him to build all the sets. It was quite impressive really. And real.
He has never sung solo since this concert. (Well, that isn't true. But I don't know how aware he was of the next time. For a later post...I promise.)
As we processed down the center aisle with our poster board animal suits slapping against our bodies, the melodious tones of his voice lifted through the hall. "Two by two" he sang.
It was the first time I bore witness to his kindness and generosity. He is an unassuming man, kind, but firm. He is the one behind the scenes, turning all the ideas my mom, Jo, and Grace had into things better than they imagined. All was done without complaint.
He will always be "Noah" to me, following God's word when no one else does.
He has only one flaw...he is a Steeler's fan. Well, in the Bible, Noah wasn't perfect either.