I have a post at the Midwest group blog The Barn Door today. Hope you'll stop by and learn a bit about my - and my family's love affair with the blanket. Especially this time of year, we're Snuggling Up!
I wrote this bit of biblical fiction for the FaithWriters Writing Challenge, where I broke in my Christian writing chops, so to speak (a great site, by the way - and I'm not just saying that cuz I work for them! LOL). In my chronological Bible reading, I read about this particular Bible episode this past Friday, so figured I needed to pull it up to reflect on and share with you.
Hope you enjoy it, and that it gives you an interesting perspective and insight into a well-known event.
Halfway to Heaven
Voices seemed to ring out discordantly from every direction.
"I don't understand."
What had just happened? Uz had no idea, and there wasn't a person in hearing distance, it seemed, who could explain. In fact, there likely wasn't a soul on Earth who could help him understand the change that had just taken place.
The physical surroundings were, it seemed, unaffected. The sun still shone. The flowers still bloomed. The ziggurat, not yet fully constructed, was still in view; with the sun reflecting off the tar binding its bricks together. The people were physically unchanged since the last time he'd looked -- not ten minutes earlier. Yet, at the same time, everything had undergone such a metamorphosis, such a radical change. Would anything ever be the same again?
|Graphic courtesy of Phillip Martin|
At first, it seemed like a dream: a hallucination. Yet, it was so real. One moment he'd been chatting with his wife Sera about the weather and its effects on the building project, and the next minute every sound coming from her mouth was incomprehensible.
He asked her to repeat herself, but she seemed as baffled by Uz's words as he had been with hers.
"Ich verstehe nicht," Sera had said.
Uz had never heard words even remotely similar to those come from anyone's mouth, much less his wife's.
He'd then turned to his friend Javan, a foreman for the ziggurat.
"What's going on here?"
Uz would never forget the look of sheer perplexity on Javan's face. It was as if his friend had no idea who Uz was, much less what he was saying.
"Quod? Quod?" Javan's hopelessness was evident on his face and in his tone. "Revolvo, commodo."
Uz glanced at his wife, but found her as baffled at Javan's proclamation as he was. It appeared that not a soul could understand the words of any other human being anymore.
How would they get anything done? How could anyone meet the most basic needs if no one could communicate with anyone else? Body language could only go so far. Of one thing Uz was certain: there was no way they'd ever finish the tower.
Sighing, Uz gestured for his wife to follow him. The pair walked dejectedly from Shinar, leaving their dreams, and a tower halfway to heaven, behind.
Based on Genesis 11:1-9
Have you ever pondered how God confused the languages at Babel? What it might have been like for the people then? What did you think of my interpretation?
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