It was no easy thing for Noah to build the ark amid the scoffing of his generation. Smart witticisms fell around him like hail. All the ‘practical men’ thought him a dreamy fool wasting his time while they prospered and made something of life … for long years the wits laughed and the ‘common-sense’ people wondered, and the patient saint went on hammering and pitching at his ark. But one morning it began to rain; and by degrees somehow Noah did not seem quite such a fool. The jests would look rather different when the water got up to the knees of the jesters; and their sarcasms would stick in their throats as they drowned. So it is always. So it will be at the last Day.