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Babel-ing and Believing
HAITI — Scorching heat and rolling sweat had already made it a long morning for Crossworld worker Bonita. Frustrated by problems at another work site, she hopped out of the Jeep to visit the second work site. Lord, if you want to use me, then help! she prayed.
“Hello, Miss Bonita!” a few of the workers shouted.
Bonita returned the greetings and tried to ask the group about their morning, but she stumbled over every word.
“My head and my mouth are having a hard time working together today,” Bonita said in frustration.
“Well, Creole is not your first language,” said Jules.
“True, but I have a hard time in English too,” she replied.
Jules laughed, then stopped and leaned against his hoe. “Miss Bonita, can I ask you a question? Why did God make so many languages?”
Bonita felt her words starting to flow together as she recounted the familiar story of creation and sin.
“Men wanted a way to get to God,” she said, “so they gathered together and built a tower that would reach the heavens. But can a man get to God on his own?”
“I don’t know.” Jules shrugged his shoulders.
“Our sin separated us from God, but God made a way for us to be with Him again. Do you know how He did that?”
“No.”
“When God saw that man was trying to get to Him, He put different languages in their mouths. How do you think their work went after that?”
Several of the workers listening laughed. One said, “It would stop! You would have to leave.”
“That’s exactly what happened,” Bonita said. “God wanted the world filled with people instead of everyone in one spot. The world was to be enjoyed and filled with worshippers of Him.”
Then she turned back to Jules and asked, “Do you want to know the way that God made for men to find Him again?”
Jules’ eyes widened. “Yes, I do!”
Pray for Jules and the other men to believe that Jesus is the one way to God.
Italicized names were changed to protect identity.
“Hello, Miss Bonita!” a few of the workers shouted.
Bonita returned the greetings and tried to ask the group about their morning, but she stumbled over every word.
“My head and my mouth are having a hard time working together today,” Bonita said in frustration.
“Well, Creole is not your first language,” said Jules.
“True, but I have a hard time in English too,” she replied.
Jules laughed, then stopped and leaned against his hoe. “Miss Bonita, can I ask you a question? Why did God make so many languages?”
Bonita felt her words starting to flow together as she recounted the familiar story of creation and sin.
“Men wanted a way to get to God,” she said, “so they gathered together and built a tower that would reach the heavens. But can a man get to God on his own?”
“I don’t know.” Jules shrugged his shoulders.
“Our sin separated us from God, but God made a way for us to be with Him again. Do you know how He did that?”
“No.”
“When God saw that man was trying to get to Him, He put different languages in their mouths. How do you think their work went after that?”
Several of the workers listening laughed. One said, “It would stop! You would have to leave.”
“That’s exactly what happened,” Bonita said. “God wanted the world filled with people instead of everyone in one spot. The world was to be enjoyed and filled with worshippers of Him.”
Then she turned back to Jules and asked, “Do you want to know the way that God made for men to find Him again?”
Jules’ eyes widened. “Yes, I do!”
Pray for Jules and the other men to believe that Jesus is the one way to God.
Italicized names were changed to protect identity.
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