One doesn’t fully comprehend the impact of the Babel punishment until living under its influence. And we are. Fully.
Yesterday we had our first real conundrum. It seemed like a bigger deal initially than it does now, looking back. In hindsight it’s almost funny. The boys had their first school visit, and Nils was supposed to provide a ride home. But at the end of the day no one knew the plan, and each boy made his own way, Jimmy walking in a sweatshirt through snowy streets all the way home. He made it, but he was mad. All three boys were mad, each blaming the other for the confusion.
And I’m sure it’s only the tip of the iceberg. School will start in earnest next week, and our need for communication will grow considerably. A host of details and two Spanish-speaking boys lost in a sea of English. Why wouldn’t there be miscommunication? Not to mention they’re teenaged boys, and when has communication ever been easy with that particular group? Yikes.
God’s solution to Babel was Pentecost, and I think we’ll be needing a little Holy Spirit intervention of our own in the days ahead. Maybe God will unleash my tongue to flow effortlessly with words in Spanish. Or maybe he’ll unleash my spirit to intuitively understand the unspoken. Either way, I’ll be leaning hard into my Helper.
It’s been true since our very first days together. Hard situations are best met with scripture and prayer. Even the boys would agree. When Dad reads the Bible and prays, everyone feels better. The Spirit’s music, in either language, brings peace to every soul.
And this is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, explaining spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words. 1 Corinthians 2:13