The old man and his two companions walked through the throngs of people in the city as they busied themselves with their comings and goings. The marketplace seemed to be thriving, hawkers selling their wares, little children darting through the crowds, color and excitement in the air.
The city seemed to be celebrating something. The tower was almost finished. Soon the ceremony to open the gateway to heaven would take place and the people were convinced of divine blessing. It was cause to celebrate, to sing and dance and enjoy life.
The tower stood beside a temple. It was a low, squat building, appearing even smaller by the size of the tower next to it. Temple worship was a source of power for these people, a way to manage the mysterious forces of evil and good in a world that was not always friendly.
The old man understood well enough what was going on. He was of the old school, a belief in El Shaddai, the Creator God. He believed that mankind should worship in humility before him as he directs and obey his loving authority. There was little of humility in the tower or the temple, much less the city. This was a monument to the unity of man, the power of mankind to bring people together by force or by greed, to work together to become the masters of their own lives.
It was to be expected. They spoke one common language and they had one common dream – to recreate paradise by their own power on the very spot where paradise once existed, or so legend would have it. They wanted no outside interference. They have discovered the power of unity in a common purpose, whether forced or willingly, and have begun to build an empire.
This desire to re-create paradise was normal, and perhaps even good under the right conditions, but the old man knew that without God it would not be paradise but rather hell on earth.
History had proved it often enough.
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The Tower of Babel by Bert A. Amsing. Used with Permission.
Excerpt from Tears of the Desert Warrior by Bert A. Amsing
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