What does this mean? Ezekiel pondered as the maelstrom of sound and sand settled back into the desert around the massive, cigar shaped ship. What does this mean to my faith? Actual aliens from another world! God doesn't say anything about them. But they are here now on our sin broken Earth with us sin broken humans. Do they need salvation now too? Do they sin? Did Christ die for them too?
Ezekiel and his team had pondered thousands of scientific questions over the months since they had established contact with the ship. But the only thing he could think of now was his faith. His life as a Christian in the science community had always been challenging, fraught with debate and judgement. Ever since contact he’d been getting smug looks and even the occasional vicious comments that his precious book was wrong.
The contact team moved in and stood beside the immense ship. Without fanfare a metal ladder slid down from a hole in its base and smashed into the glassed surface of the desert.
The humanoid form in a silver suit and bubble shaped helmet began descending the long ladder. All eyes were on the alien. However, as he watched Ezekiel’s eyes strayed up the side of the ship, a tower rising above him, stretching into the heavens. Massive black symbols were painted down the side. His jaw dropped as he recognized the ancient language. "Bab Ilu" he whispered out loud, then translated "Gate of God". He shook his head amazed and laughed as comprehension dawned. This was not an alien ship. This was the tower, the tower of Bab Ilo. The tower of Babel!
When the visitor removed his helmet and greeted the crowd with his human face, Ezekiel was grinning broadly, finally understanding the situation. He stepped forward even more confident in his faith. He was here for a reason. He had been shaped his whole life for this moment, following his strange interest in ancient languages and cultures for fun along side his aerospace research. Forming the ancient words in his mind he said in his best Akkadian, "Welcome home brother".
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Ezekiel and his team had pondered thousands of scientific questions over the months since they had established contact with the ship. But the only thing he could think of now was his faith. His life as a Christian in the science community had always been challenging, fraught with debate and judgement. Ever since contact he’d been getting smug looks and even the occasional vicious comments that his precious book was wrong.
The contact team moved in and stood beside the immense ship. Without fanfare a metal ladder slid down from a hole in its base and smashed into the glassed surface of the desert.
The humanoid form in a silver suit and bubble shaped helmet began descending the long ladder. All eyes were on the alien. However, as he watched Ezekiel’s eyes strayed up the side of the ship, a tower rising above him, stretching into the heavens. Massive black symbols were painted down the side. His jaw dropped as he recognized the ancient language. "Bab Ilu" he whispered out loud, then translated "Gate of God". He shook his head amazed and laughed as comprehension dawned. This was not an alien ship. This was the tower, the tower of Bab Ilo. The tower of Babel!
When the visitor removed his helmet and greeted the crowd with his human face, Ezekiel was grinning broadly, finally understanding the situation. He stepped forward even more confident in his faith. He was here for a reason. He had been shaped his whole life for this moment, following his strange interest in ancient languages and cultures for fun along side his aerospace research. Forming the ancient words in his mind he said in his best Akkadian, "Welcome home brother".
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Prompt: Ezekiel 1:4
I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north – an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal.
I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north – an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal.
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