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Upstream Flooding?

September 3, 2013

Steve Hays quotes Noel Weeks thus:

[Noel Weeks] The prominent alternative explanation is that the text is referring to a local flood in the Tigris/Euphrates’ valley. However, in both the Mesopotamian flood accounts and the biblical narrative the ark ends up in the north. The problem is that floods always take things downstream. Floods never take objects upstream. If this was a normal flood in the Tigris/Euphrates’ region, the ark would have gone downstream. The fact that it landed in the north in a mountain range goes against any local flood theory.

In addition to what Steve says, I would add that a massive tsunami can push things a significant way upstream. The following illustrates that point graphically – around nine or ten minutes in, you can actually see a large structure headed upstream at what appears to be about 35 mph:

That said, neither a local flood nor even a local tsunami fully accounts for the ark being moved not just upstream but upstream to a significantly higher elevation. Notice how the tsunami pushes hard upstream within the existing riverbed and even over-flows the bounds of the river bed, yet a position less than 20 feet over the top over the bank of the river remains dry.

If the ark had merely been moved 5 miles upstream, a local flood could possibly account for the ark’s movement. But movement upstream and up a significant elevation requires something more than a local flood, even one having the force of a major tsunami.

Given that the fountains of the deep were opened during the great flood, I’m sure that there were tsunami events taking place. It’s quite possible that some of the ark’s movement was due to a tsunami surge.

Of course, all of this seems rather unnecessary. The flood was world-wide and covered the tops of the mountains. Moreover, the whole reason for the ark was to preserve the life of humans and the air-breathing animals, something that would not have been necessary, had the flood only been local.

-TurretinFan

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Escape from the Flooding Mine

August 27, 2008

“What a jerk,” thought Mike as he headed steadily westward along the mine’s tunnel, stomping angrily in the rising floodwaters.

Mike felt insulted. He had been traveling westward at a good clip, in the company of a sizable crew of his fellow miners. They were covered with various patches of dust, and the light from their helmets created an ever-shifting pattern of shadows on the tunnel wall.

The cause of Mike’s hurt feelings was the message on a shirt of a single minor headed eastbound. “Go East,” screamed the shirt in bright yellow letters on a black background, “Westward Escape Route Not Open.”

What was worse, on the back of the shirt – this time in neon orange – the shirt announced that the Eastern Escape Route was the way designed by the engineer of the mine, and that the Western Escape Route was simply wishful thinking that had gained group appeal.

“Who does this guy think he is?” thought Mike. “His shirt screams out hatred for me and my friends.” Even as Mike thought this, though, he realized that it wasn’t quite fair: the shirt was about a position, not a person.

“Well,” continued Mike’s thoughts, “if not hatred for me, hatred for everything I and my group of miners stand for: all of our hopes of escape and all of the effort we have put into making sure each other continue successfully on our Western path.”

What aggravated Mike even more was that the miner hadn’t been content to let Mike’s group pass in peace and quiet. Instead, the lone miner had shouted out that he had found a source of knowledge – a map – that showed the one true path of escape. The miner had insisted that all the other paths, including the Western path led only to doom and drowning.

Mike tried to point out the size of his group, but the man just kept pointing to the map. Mike had even tried pointing out how the map supported the Western path, but the man had insisted that he knew better, and that in fact – when properly read – the map indicated that the Eastern path was better – in fact was the only way.

Eventually, the lone miner continued on his way through the rising floodwaters to the East, while the group of miners with Mike at their lead continued to the West. “Stupid Anti-Westerner,” Mike complained to his colleagues, and they all assented, joking about the fact that the lone miner cut a sad sight trudging in such a lonely manner and trusting in some map.

One may have already guessed how things turned out. There was but one survivor that day: the man who followed the map provided by the engineer of the mine. It was by this revelation of the design of the mine that the man was able to get to safety. It was not hatred of his fellow miners, but love of them, that motivated that miner’s shirt and his message to them. But alas, they called him names, questioned his motives, and refused to listen. In the end, they perished.

(inspiration for this allegory)

-TurretinFan


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