So here’s my heretical statement of the day: we need to
think less about heaven.
Toni Morrison won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1993. At
the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony, Morrison told the story of a blind, but wise
old woman, who teaches a group of children that using stories to understand
other people is the greatest ambition of language. I highly suggest reading the
entire speech, for it is magnificent: http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1993/morrison-lecture.html
Despite its beauty, most of this speech will not apply to
this post. One section, however, considers the story of the Tower of Babel,
from Genesis 11:1-9
1 Now the whole earth had one language and the same words. 2
And as people migrated from the east, they found a plain in the land of
Shinar and settled there. 3 And they said to one another, Come, let
us make bricks, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and
bitumen for mortar. 4 Then they said, Come, let us build ourselves a
city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for
ourselves, lest we be dispersed over the face of the whole earth. 5 And the Lord came
down to see the city and the tower, which the children of man had built. 6
And the Lord said, Behold, they are one people, and they have
all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And
nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. 7 Come, let
us go down and there confuse their language, so that they may not understand
one another's speech. 8 So the Lord dispersed them from there
over the face of all the earth, and they left off building the city. 9 Therefore
its name was called Babel, because there the Lord confused the
language of all the earth. And from there the Lord dispersed them over the
face of all the earth (ESV).
This has been a standard of biblical teaching in my life for
as long as I can remember. It’s a really easy story for kids to understand: the
people tried to build a tower to heaven, and God didn’t like it. Why? It’s often
seen as an arrogant defiance against God, humanity seeing itself as worthy of
living beside Him regardless of His wishes.
Another way that I’ve liked to look at it is that the people
wish to “make a name for ourselves, lest we be dispersed over the face of the
whole earth.” This is their way of rejecting God’s plan for them to spread and
grow. This was their attempt to stand still and be gods in their own eyes.
Either way, God confused the builder’s languages so they
couldn’t communicate. And it’s just about impossible to build anything unless
you can communicate. This was their punishment for trying to reach heaven
before their time, for trying too hard to live higher than man was meant to
live.
And I thought this way for twenty-three years, until I found
Toni Morrison’s speech in a textbook I was teaching from. She threw a new light
on the traditional interpretation, through this section, a part of the blind
old woman’s speech to the children:
“The conventional wisdom of the Tower of Babel story is that
the collapse was a misfortune. That it was the distraction, or the weight of
many languages that precipitated the tower's failed architecture. That one
monolithic language would have expedited the building and heaven would have
been reached. Whose heaven, she wonders? And what kind? Perhaps the achievement
of Paradise was premature, a little hasty if no one could take the time to
understand other languages, other views, other narratives period. Had they, the
heaven they imagined might have been found at their feet. Complicated,
demanding, yes, but a view of heaven as life; not heaven as post-life.”
Beautiful.
The story is really complicated by verse six, the reason God
gives for why their languages should be muddled: “Behold, they are one people,
and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they
will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.”
This section troubles me, while at the same time filling me
with optimism. It first makes me wonder why God would want to stifle humanity’s
growth so substantially. Were humans so immature that God had to set them back
thousands of years? Then this verse makes me wonder about our world today—a
world I see on the cusp of rejuvenating that one language. The spread of global
language through the internet, what our society can accomplish when we are able
to achieve one language, boggles my mind.
But Morrison made me think that the confusion of the
languages wasn’t God punishing mankind. Confusing our languages was His way of
making us grow, of teaching us to love each other. It was a parent making His
children go to school, to learn, to turn into human beings rather than letting
them experience joy when they were young.
If God is love, then this was His way of teaching us to love
each other.
It reminds me of Jesus’ words in Luke, when the Pharisees
began harassing him about heaven and God’s plan:
Luke 17:20-21—"20 Being asked by the Pharisees when the
kingdom of God would come, he answered them, The kingdom of God is
not coming with signs to be observed, 21 nor will they say, "Look,
here it is!" or "There!" for behold, the kingdom
of God is in the midst of you (ESL)."
Of course, at the time Jesus was in the midst of them (while
they did their best to ignore what He was really trying to say). But His
message was clear—concentrate more on the people around you, on the Kingdom of
God around you, than on the heaven that is to come.
Every time we concentrate on achieving a personal heaven
rather than helping and loving our fellow man, we are building another tower.
Is this heresy?