WRFH/Radio Free Hillsdale 101.7 FM - His Works Through Her Eyes: The Vessel

Episode Date: June 6, 2025

EP 1 “The Vessel”: A retelling of the beginning of the story of Noah’s Ark through the eyes of Adataneses, wife of Japeth and daughter-in-law of Noah. Based on Genesis 6-7.His Works Through Her Eyes is a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman as she witnesses them firsthand. Each episode takes artistic liberty to retell a particular biblical story based on a passage of scripture, in addition to historical research. Created and narrated by Emma Wiermann. 

Welcome to His Works Through Her Eyes, a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman, as she witnesses them firsthand. Created and narrated by Emma Weirley, here on Radio Free Hillsdale, 101.7 FM. Today's episode gives a new look at the story of Noah's Ark through the eyes of Adetanasis, wife of Japheth and daughter-in-law of Noah. It's time, he said. Usually, Japheth didn't come home until the sun had already sunk past the poplar tree outside, but today he's come to me at midday. Apparently, father-in-law had summoned us? Father-in-law, I've never understood what it is that man wants to achieve in building that

monstrous thing he's making, and now he's calling me over to behold it? All I know about this vessel is that it has made me an outcast to ensure a puck since, my marriage to Japheth those years ago. I wish I knew then what I know now. Granted, Japheth had told me beforehand that he and his father, Noah, son of Lemeck, served the Lord, though at the time I knew not what that meant. A vessel, he says. Father-in-law builds a vessel as this Lord commands him. I've never known this Lord, but Japheth said he is the God of all creation, whom his family, that is, my family now after the marriage, serves. Well, he must be the god of Cyprus and tar, because that's all Japheth ever speaks of,

reeks of. Every day he works with father-in-law, transporting the new halls of Cyprus trunks from the banks of the Euphrates to the site where they work in Chiripak, until finally he returned to him after sundown. But today, Japheth came at midday, and he said that it was time. I don't know what that means, but... So we left our tent and headed for the vessel. It wasn't until this great shadow passed over my head that I finally knew. Father-in-law wasn't simply the crazy old man they all say he is, and who I quite frankly thought he was.

At first I thought this shadow was a bill of smoke, but I was mistaken for it was a flock of... birds? A sea of feathers and beaks and claws so thick I blocked out the sun for a moment. I figured it could be a mass migration of doves or kestrels, but when I looks closer, I saw that every bird was of a different kind. That's when I noticed all the other birds scattered in the poplars around us. Each was perched next to a copy of itself, such that the trees looked as though they had been spontaneously populated with thousands of flowers. Most of the birds words were converging on some place beyond the tree line, I couldn't see it. So we walked further.

Suddenly, we came upon it, the vessel, which stood like a hulking mountain, a culmination of 40 years of cypress and tar, my favorites. It was so large, so large. But Japheth seemed unfazed. He just glanced back at me and smiled. But I just couldn't understand. Why? How? For what purpose was this made? I was anxiously contemplating this when I suddenly met the eyes of Shadeh Labab, where she stood behind Shem. She was gripping his cloak with white knuckles. I could see her pupils screaming at me. They said, are you seeing this? I screamed back with my own. Yeah. Up ahead, Nyatamayuk and Ham already stood inside, the massive, gaping mouth of the monstrous vessel. where they spoke to father and mother-in-law. Over their heads flew the birds. Into the vessel? Yes, they were flying into the vessel.

They were perfectly paired, and the great swarm slowly dissolved, as each bird entered the vessel in a precise order. Huh? What is that? I couldn't hear it before with all of the birds, but it sounds like the hum of a great company of beasts coming from inside the vessel?

Nothing makes sense. Not what the birds are doing, not what the men had done to build this? I can't. I don't understand. Huh? A drop of sap on my face? No. Clear like crystal.

A tear. But no, I'm not crying. My eyes are dry. This fell from the sky? Water from the sky? What? Suddenly, Father-in-law looked up to the heavens. He closed his eyes in quiet solemnity, looking almost as if he were mourning.

More of those sky tears began to fall from above. Suddenly, Father-in-law's eyes snapped open again. This time with a resolution so clear, I felt a pang of fear in my heart. It's time, he said. That's what I knew. This has been his work. works through her eyes.

Created and narrated by Emma Wehrman on Radio Free Hillsdale, 101.7 FM.