I got in trouble a lot when I was younger. It seems like I always had to test anyone who had authority over me. I am pretty sure my mom took the brunt of this. There was the time I threw the tennis ball at my brother's upstairs bedroom window trying to get his attention. It dawned on me right as the ball left my hand that this might not be a good idea. However, to my surprise, the window did not break. I was relieved but I was also curious. Why did the window not break? Was this some kind of super strong window that was unbreakable? If I throw this ball again, do you think it will break? All sorts of things were going through my mind as I threw the ball a second time. I think it finally broke right around the tenth throw. My mom was constantly astonished by my stupidity.
Up to this point in the story (Genesis 1-9) we have learned a lot about humanity. When given a choice between allowing God to lead or to want to call the shots ourselves, we choose ourselves. The story is a never ending downward spiral. God is grieved that his good world has been turned into something appalling. Hate, distrust and fear now rule and we just keep throwing the tennis ball.
What should God do? What would you have done if you had been the parent here? Chapter 12 is a turning point in the story. The window is broken and God now gets to decide what to do next. His decision and his promise change everything. Turns out, there is a Bigger Story than just our sin. I am so grateful.