I read the account of the tower of Babel. The people were getting together to build a tower to reach to the heavens. They thought they could build something that would reach into very heavens of the God of all creation. Perhaps they sought to use it a way to combat the Almighty and try to throw Him off His heavenly throne. Who knows what the purpose of it was. Are we not trying to do the same thing today with all of our skyscrapers?
But I digress. God had come down to see what they were up to. I don’t think it was the tower that was the real issue. It was the cooperation and coordination of the people, how they were able to plan and organize such a great project. It’s not that God felt threatened by man. Quite the opposite. He realized they had not learned the lesson of Noah’s Flood. They were still focused on the evil in their hearts. The still wanted to pursue their own interests and not pursue the holiness and righteousness of God. So God confused their languages and then dispersed them to the corners of the earth.
What would scare me more is if the coming of Jesus was similar to what happened at the Tower of Babel. What if the coming of Jesus was a reconnaissance mission. What if He could not believe the reports of His angels about the evil and callousness of the hearts of men. What if the Father, even He had planned for the birth and life of Jesus, decided to leave it in Jesus’ hands. What if He told His Son that during His ministry He could decide if the people on earth were worthy of being saved. And Jesus, seeing the hopelessness, the callousness, the hardness of heart, the delight we took in sin and doing evil, and how we thought our oppressive religiosity was the right teaching of Mosaic Law, and made a decision. He reported to His Father that our state is beyond the point of redemption and that the decision was to let man pursue their sin and suffer the consequences. We were to be left to our devices and God would give us over to our sin.
In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus did what had to be done. We were hopeless, which he knew already. We were incapable, within the scope of our will and ability, to seek after the things of God. We had to see something spectacular, something unthought of before, something we did not believe would be possible, something so utterly selfless that it would leave some of us speechless, standing mouth agape, humbled and thankful. Those, who did not believe in the probability of the Son of God dying for His creation, scorned and mocked and created alternate stories, pursued with utter vengeance to destroy those who believed, because they did not want to believe in the impossible being possible, an immortal dying for the mortal, so that the mortal can share in His immortality.
Thank you, Lord, for not altering the plan of our salvation.