“Are you kidding me?” My two year old turned and looked at me, wondering why I had stopped my usual story-telling cadence. “Read, Mommy,” he said. I couldn’t. The colors were bright. The illustrations cute. The story, an ancient one, and entirely familiar. I still am not sure why so many Christians are devoted to telling young ones the record of the annihilation of the earth as a happy story about animals, though I’d come to accept it, for better or for worse. But this, I could not accept. At the bottom of the page in a book about Noah read these words: “God loved Noah because he was good.” Maybe…