Noah’s parents entrusted their son with the job of shepherding the flock of sheep at home. He was a smart kid for everything. With a whistle, he managed to bring the stray sheep back to the flock. The work of a valet was well rewarded. The beauty of the mountain captivated him. The fountains and streams gave him the best melodies that enriched the silences. The steers of the oxen indicated to him the time to return the sheep to the fold. He rested looking at the starry sky.
Noé waited for the weekends to participate in the prayer meetings with the residents of the region. Thanks to the celebrations I learned to handle the Bible. He fell madly in love with it. While practicing as a vailet, he read the scenes that he could stealthily scratch out here and there. From the prayer meetings, a group of friends emerged who, for a few summer days, made a traveling camp. Noah was its guide. Today, we call them summer camps, and the guide, educator in leisure time. Guide Noah became a wise philosopher. With the truths of the mountain he learned and taught to build the house on a solid foundation. With the truths of the springs, rivers and lakes he learned and taught how to quench thirst and navigate in search of new horizons. With the truths of the stars he learned and taught to use them as a guide, especially in the darkest nights.
The philosopher Noah, walking with the community of prayer and guided by the light of the Bible, entered the world of the most committed faith. He said: “Faith is an ancient energy, a human need to look up, to look up, to believe that there is something greater than ourselves: a meaning, a light, a promise. Faith is an impulse, a kind of underground fire that burns silently. It is a way of resisting the void, of holding on when the world totters.”
Friends, even the most loyal, disagreed. They told him he was going too far. And they attacked him preaching that religion is the business of faith, which turns the infinite into a regulation, the mystery into a manual of transcendence, into a quota of submission. The people lived in a selfish materialism, generating inequality, violence and addictions harmful to health. All in the packaging of a bad education. God got angry. He told Noah to build a boat. Noé, thanks to the summer camps, was a handyman. While the boat was being built, the neighbors took it for a touch of the wing. They made fun of him. Noah was not afraid. On the contrary, he finished the work that God had entrusted to him.
God said: “Noah, take all your family and get into the boat.”
Noah, who loved animals so much, asked the good God to bring the animals from his barn up there as well. The good God thanked him for the request with a smile.
The whole family took shelter, it started to rain in torrents. The towns and their neighbors were all under water. The deluge, for forty days and forty nights, spread over the whole earth. The ship, carried by the winds of heaven, came to rest in the mountains that decorate the valley of Incles.
The rain stops. Noah wanted to make sure before leaving the boat. He sent a dove. When the day was born with a very blue aurora, the dove arrived with an olive branch. Both the dove and the olive branch have gone down in history as symbols of reconciliation and peace.
Noah, upon leaving the boat with his family and his animal friends, knelt down to pray, singing: “Thank you for this bright aurora, thank you for this clear day.” The landscape, purified and beautified by the rain of the deluge, moved Noah, who exclaimed raising his arms: “The valleys of Incles are more full of harmonies, of dream and mystery in the rays that the hemisphere lets rain in the serenity of the one who caves the world.” And some tears fell from his eyes, which have been the creative source of the lake of Juclar.
Canillo baptized the top of the mountain where the man of God tied the ship with the name Pic Noé. The ring that crowns the summit has become the relic that the children and young people of AINA venerate when they climb Juclar. She entrusts them with the faith of Noah. And with the same emotion before the landscape they pray singing: “Praise be, O our Lord, for all creatures and for the sun and for the moon, for the stars and the gentle wind, and for the fire and the fresh water. Praise be!”
