September 2, 2018
The sun appeared each morning with hot rays to cook their brick. The desert floor sizzled as snakes slithered for cool shade and lizards darted for unseen caves. Sand swirled where two breezes met. And in the valley of Shinar the architects worked fast and furiously. Layer upon layer they raised the tower. It became an imposing site on the moonscape land devoid of plants; yet, here man planted his own seed of desire for greatness.
Feverishly workers scurried about making then laying the brick. They produced their bricks by mixing chopped straw with clay, which they poured into molds. Then they baked the molds in the sun until they obtained the desired bricks with which to build.
They were duly organized. They were builders of a dream; it just wasn’t God’s dream, and in the end it would be merely a nightmare. But they labored and toiled, sweat and laid more brick, measured with precision, outlined their plans to perfection. They scraped the trowels over the brick and evenly applied bitumen imported from Iran. They inched their tower higher and higher each day, building a staircase to the stars, shrinking heaven’s impossible height a few feet every day. They pushed dirt. They plowed distant forests and planed the lumber for scaffolding.
When the sun set they toasted their false gods with wine, gazed at stars they dreamed of walking, and defied the One true God that would have loved them and led them to even higher heights.
When the desert sunrays scorched away the cool layers of night they stepped into the morning light with bare backs and iron-like chins set. And they labored some more, hauling the heavy man-made bricks, grunting and straining with make shift pulleys, shifting dangerous weights that sometimes fell and crushed an unsuspecting worker below. But even in death the intense work continued. They would not be stopped.
Architects smiled as the spire of their tower, which represented their greatness increased against the backdrop of a cloudless sky. Every day they folded and opened their plans, marked their agreeable successes and charted the unfinished business. They had unity. They had desire. For just because man may decide to do that which is unrighteous and defiant against God’s will makes the ingenious executions of their plans no less incredible; for man was made in the image of God, and often with that image, with that imagination, with that detailed ability to conceive and create, to draw and develop, expand and expound on things never before thought of, man can be dangerous yet reflective of the Divine. Oh, that all of man would pool his resources for the whole plan of God!!