The next night after supper, I went to the bird pen like I did every evening and began to play my flute. Jubal and Adah came to sit and sing with me like they always do. I coaxed them into a special cage I had made for them. Then I grabbed a small bag of feed and took them down into one of the lower holds near where the elephant was that took care of me when I had broken my leg.
I hung the cage from a hook on a beam that I could reach from the ladder. I sat and played for them a little while to help them feel at home but, this time they didn’t sing along. That bothered me but I shrugged it off and went back to my families’ cabin to go to sleep for the night. Or, at least, I tried to sleep. I kept having a dream that we never got off the ark because Grampa couldn’t send off the doves the way the Lord had told him to.
I kept tossing and turning, having the same dream over and over again. Then I heard it. “Enoch.” It was almost too quiet to hear at first and then I thought it was Pop calling me. But the next time I heard it, I knew it was not Pop or Grampa.
“Enoch,” it said for the third time.
“Enoch, do you trust your Grampa?”
I was almost afraid to answer. Then I heard my voice saying, “Yes, yes I do.”
“Enoch, do you trust your Grampa?”
“Yes, sir I do.”
“Do you trust the Lord your Grampa’s God?”
That scared me but still I answered, “Yes sir, I do.”
“Enoch, do you trust the Lord as your God?”
That scared me even more, but still I answered, “Yes sir, I do.”
“Then trust and obey.”
At that I felt ashamed, I did trust Grampa and I needed to trust the Lord too. I knew then my fear for Jubal and Adah was really a lack of trust in Grampa and the Lord. I got up right away and ran quickly down to where I had hung the cage. I returned to the bird pen and released them.
I went back to bed, prayed to the Lord and told Him I was sorry for not trusting Him. Then I slept very well the rest of the night.
In the morning Grampa came to get me and said, “It is time.” Grampa had released a raven the day before and after several hours, it came back. Today it was Jubal’s turn.
We went to the bird pen and got the cage I had used for the birds the night before. As soon as I opened it, Jubal flew right in just like he knew he had a job to do.
Grampa and I went to the upper window, opened the cage and Jubal flew right out. We stood there and waited. My mom brought us some food for lunch after we had waited several hours. Just as we were sitting down to eat, Jubal came back. I was so excited I forgot to eat my lunch. I fed most of it to Jubal who was very tired and hungry.
A week later, we did it again. This time Grampa wanted to send Adah. I wasn’t afraid this time. We did the same thing. We released Adah in the morning and then waited. She did not come back by lunch time. All afternoon we waited. Grampa sat and prayed and I played my flute. Suddenly there was a flutter of wings in the window. Adah had returned and she had a leaf in her beak. Grampa reached up with an open hand and Adah dropped the leaf into his hand.
Grampa smiled and showed it to me. It was an olive leaf. The flood had gone down enough for things to be growing again.
A week later, we did it again. This time Grampa wanted to send Jubal again. I thought it would be like the last two times. We released Jubal in the morning and then waited. He did not come back by lunch time. We waited all afternoon and nothing. He never came back.