Some say it looks like a poop emoji. There are dozens of conjectures about what it looks like, but I’ll tell you this, unbelievably not even one description that I saw mentioned the famed tower of babel. Most were ziggurats back in the day were stepped pyramids, as in Jacob’s ladder, upon which the Babylonian gods were to descend and ascend, with a meeting of the twain at the top. There is a somewhat anomalous if much more famous twisted version to be seen in Iraq, but it is tiny, mostly destroyed, just pitiful, nothing like the more famous painting.
We recall the account in Genesis 11:3-9:
- They said to one another, “Come, let us mold bricks and harden them with fire.” They used bricks for stone, and bitumen for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the sky, and so make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered all over the earth.” The LORD came down to see the city and the tower that the men had built. Then the LORD said: “If now, while they are one people, all speaking the same language, they have started to do this, nothing will later stop them from doing whatever they presume to do. Let us then go down and there confuse their language, so that one will not understand what another says.” Thus the LORD scattered them from there all over the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel, because there the LORD confused the speech of all the world. It was from that place that he scattered them all over the earth.
There is plenty of vocabulary and literary devices going on in there which recall Genesis 2:4a–3:24, wherein we read about original sin and the disarray in the spirit of man, his dumbed down communication because of being so narcissistically concerned with himself as cut off from others.
There’s a lesson to be had here. Unless there is a recognition of the fallen state of man and the need for redemption wrought in God’s justice, that is, the Son of the Mother of the Redeemer in Genesis 3:15 who will stand in our place, the Innocent for the guilty… unless there is honesty about and repentance from our specious motives, any attempt on our part to control the world through manipulation will only end in further division, further chaos, further misery, until we are brought so low that we will call out no longer to the Tower of Babel narcissists, but to God.
But we are putting God to death. God speaks eloquently from the silence of the tomb. And then He rises from the dead and is present to His little flock, God who is Love, Living Truth.
We are not united by draconian censorship and identity politics (making a name for ourselves). We are not united by being in fear of a totalitarian Police State. We are united by Jesus who is the Way, the Truth and the Life, all with the freedom of the children of God.
But to say that God loved the world so much as to send His Son to redeem us is now considered hate speech and subversion, sedition, treason. To say that our identity is to be found in God is makes one liable to be attacked by marauding bands of anarchists who insist that only their lives matter.