The beauty in God's judgment.

A few Sundays ago we had a church member share about the incredible work of Trans World Radio. As he recounted their work and ministry I was struck by the number of languages that were there and the number that this organisation had already managed to reach. I live in India - a country of over a thousand different dialects. It’s a monumentally staggering figure for a country that accounts for a small percentage of world landmass. I thought about that a bit but the conversations and itinerary for the day slowly pushed it out of my mind. Later that evening though I attended the missions conference finale held at our church building. My good friend and brother was leading worship there and for the first time I had the privilege of participating in a half hour powerful worship time that spanned three different languages. It brought me back to thinking about languages.

What a beautifully colourful and diverse thing it is. Each dialect has its own beauty and can say something in a better way than some other dialect. Each language has its own beautiful heritage and history. Each language brings with it a unique collection of story, prose, poem and verse that bring to light the grandeur of that script. What a gift language is! And as I stood there thinking over all this in the midst of the worship time – I could not help but marvel that at the foot of the tower of babel, in an act of judgement … God created the diversity of language. I threw my hands up in a deeper moment of worship as I remembered again that even in God’s judgment and punishment there is purpose and beauty to be found.

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