She never knew Jesus, the Christ, the only begotten Son of God, by
name, although He most assuredly knew her when He formed her in her
mother's womb. His time was not yet come.
She was never to hear of the Tower of Babel, or of Abraham, Isaac, and
Jacob, and of Egypt and Moses, of Babylon or the Jews, the Roman
Empire, the Cross, or any of the modern religions of the world. They
were not yet.
She lived out her short life, and eventually died, about the time when
mocking rumors were being widely spread abroad of a foolish old man
called Noah, a wise old Patriarch who was rumored to have been directly
commanded by no less a personage than the Almighty Himself to build an
ark, a great wooden ship. This man, Noah, was given Divine instructions
that he must waste no time, but work diligently to prepare a safe haven
for his family and himself against a terrible day of judgement to be
rained down upon a sinful world, a day when a wrathful God would bring
forth a watery flood so deep as to utterly wipe out the unspeakable
evils of an accursed race.
Many were amused at the rumors of Noah and his strange Invisible God.
Whether the rumors of impending doom were true or not none could say,
although there was none who would not readily agree that it was a world
worthy enough of such punishment. It was a cruel, backward world, where
"...every man did what was right in his own eyes...", sometimes for the
better, but more often, for the worse. Much worse.
It was into such a world that the little slave girl, Si'Wren, was
born...