Legacy of Legos

Then they said, “Come let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered over the face of the whole earth.
-Genesis 11:4

When I die, I want my family to know who I was. I want to have left a deep impact on people. But why? Why would I care? I’ll be dead.

It’s as though my soul knows it’s immortal. It knows that it will live on – but I want to be the one who decides how. The danger lies in the word “me.”

“Why don’t they like me?” “What if they laugh at me?” “That cookie is for me.” All statements I have made in the last month.

What’s wrong with me? (There I go again.) I should stop caring about superficial, fleshly me and focus on eternal, all-powerful God and people’s relationship with Him.

What if they’ve never heard? What if I get to be the one to tell them?

God was so displeased in Genesis that he confused their languages to protect them. He says in verse six that if they all speak the same language, nothing will be impossible for them. Unfortunately, in this context, clear communication caused the people to turn away from God. They were not trying to build a tower to worship God, they were building a tower to become their own God.

Think how pleased God would be if we stopped building legacies of legos and instead built them on Christ the Solid Rock.