Image There was a time when the Bible was universally regarded, by both the Christian and the Jew, as a product of truth dictated by God. All those who espoused the so-called fundamental viewpoint in religion maintained that everything contained within the covers of Scripture, known as the Holy Bible, would be accepted for the "literal" truth.

Not long ago, these brilliant, intellectual scholars who wrote for the Bible {quietly} engaged their labors to a book. All while attempting to define the meaning of our tongue. Because we possess such a vast amount of literature in this important field and often "speak our opinion" to one-another, these scholars used the information and interpreted it through this great book.

Written years ago, is the story of the Tower of Babel, and our ancestors believed we all spoke the same language at one time. They declared that originally all men and women spoke the same language and they got along beautifully. As the story goes, these people were determined to make a name for themselves by building a city and constructing a tower that would reach, God himself. But, as the tower rose higher and higher, the spirit of harmony and understanding lost its grip upon their hearts and they became so eager to finish the job, that they lost focus and stop caring for one another. If a man fell from the tower and was killed, no one grieved. But, if a brick fell from the tower they all grieved because their time was held up, waiting to manufacture, another brick! Because of this and because of their false value, God decided to confound their language and scattered them through-out the earth.

We live in an age of anxiety and confusion not because there is a want of life's necessities or a diversity of language, but because even when we use the same words, we mean something different from our neighbors and friends. And, whether people spoke in one tongue or many, the lesson learned at the Tower was: All language spoken by the heart should be decent and happy or your just babbling!

Before we can enjoy security and peace, we must first have understanding. 1corinth. 12: 28-30

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  • Ringer i always like reading your blogs! keep them coming.

    June 27, 2009 at 10:44 a.m.

  • KEN: Your comment reminded me of the little boy who returned home on a Sunday afternoon. His mom asked him, "What didja learn in Sunday School today?" " We heard about how Ike protected Moses when they crossed the Red Sea." "Oh, how'd that story go?" "Well when Moses got to the Red Sea he called Ike in the white house and told him, "Hey Ike we need to get all these people across the Red Sea before the Pharoah's boys catch us." "Moses sit tight and go to prayin' while I getcha some help." Shortly, a platoon of army engineers showed up and put some Bailey bridges across the Red Sea so Moses' bunch got across without even gittin' their feet wet. Moses looked back and Pharoah was just about to get on the Bailey bridges. He called again, "Hey, Ike, thanks for the bridges, the only problem is old Pharoah is about to cross 'em. He's gittin' too close." "Moses, getcha a good seat and watch the show." "Just about that time they heard a loud noise. Ike had sent some fighter jets and they bombed those bridges and all of Pharoah's army fell into the sea and drownded." Mamma scratched her head and suppressed a grin, "Now Johnny, are you SURE that's how she told it?" He looked sternly at her and said, "Mama, if you don't believe it like that, you're sure not gonna believe it like SHE told it."

    June 25, 2009 at 2:39 a.m.

  • thank ya:)

    June 25, 2009 at 12:11 a.m.