“When Evil Gets Too Big For Us” (Gen.11:1ff; 1Cor.15:24-28) [Evil Series] 

When evil gets too big, it seems
God’s Babel-gift shows what it means
(To God, not man so much, a pain
It is to him – slows rate of gain).

The allergy alluded to
In ancient yarn, means me and you
Get on each other’s’ nerves much more
Than we could tolerate before.

Compassionates and givers clash;
They grate on one another – ask
A banker-type about it all –
He’ll roll his eyes at “Minds so small”.

Ask touchy-feely, big-heart types –
They’ll tell you, “You’ve got that part right!
Cool-dudes they are with hearts of stone,
Whose greedy eyes seize goods through loans.

And that’s just two, to set the scene
Of Babel-gift and what it means:
God saw we’re like well-oiled machines,
With attitudes of “Mean and mean”.

With attitudes like that, He saw,
We’d trash the planet – better raw
Some feelings, ’nuff to slow things down,
Thus buy us time to come around.

Solution? Allergy dissolves
When God’s the point ’round, which revolves
All life for us – when love, and care,
And Jubilee-release are there.

But then, Paul says, it’s more than that –
Cooperation goes ker-splat
When unity cannot be reached –
We’re high and dry, on sand-bars, beached.

Christ, as the head for body-parts,
Brings unity, for He imparts
Direction, purpose, one clear goal,
In which (in Him), we are made whole.

If we’re each choosing “Passion’s” drive,
No unity is there – can’t thrive;
But when we let the mind of Christ
Direct our lives, the “One” is nice.

And what is Christ’s “Last task” in time?
Destroying powers (both yours and mine),
Daemonic spirits of the air,
Authorities – just God’s is there.

It’s at that point when folks check out,
For money, power’s what life’s about;
Forsake both those, and what remains?
Why, Eden’s garden-choice (the same).

So “Clash” is on God’s side it seems,
To slow us down – sand in between
The gears of life, which wrecks things up
(We clean out grit without much luck).

So Google, Amazon, grow huge;
With Facebook, Microsoft, we choose
Our Babel-enterprise with glee;
Result of Adam’s Apple – we.

These gather up resource, we see,
Ignoring smaller folks, whose pleas
Go up to God to send relief –
He has – the sands of Babel’s beach.

Our Babel-towers crash with a word
Or two, where jealousy is heard,
Or criticism – culture’s grind
On one another’s bodies, minds.

So Lord, thanks for Your clash of words,
On Internet, and newscasts heard;
For gift-based values we hold dear,
Which we, to others, make quite clear.

Bring on the clash of cultures, words,
Where cries of hearts and souls are heard;
Bring on the thoughts which do not fit
Into sand-castler’s shape of it.

Lord, thanks for varied ways of life;
Their grinding up a heap of strife
Until we’re sick and tired, in-deed,
Of being tired of power and greed.

For then we open up to You,
Whose patience with us is not new,
But ancient – back past Eden’s time,
To dream You had at first in mind.

That dream will be – is now for some;
Lots more in time to it will come;
So, thank You, Lord, for this fine day,
Amidst the pinwheel’s whirling blades.

Thanks Lord for this.

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