​80. Talking Mounds of Clay

The sons of Elohim.

The first two verses of chapter six of Genesis are a real doozy. They mention how the sons of God found human women to be beautiful and took them for themselves. This resulted in them having children, the Nephilim, the heroes of old, the men of renown.

Part human, part demon. And yet again, Yahweh had to shorten man’s years and remove His spirit from his nostrils so he wouldn’t live in a perpetually sinful state.

This is the origin story of Babylon. On one hand, I’m sure the Babylonians were thrilled. Here they had powerful godlike beings in their midst. Think Thor, but for real. But of course, the Bible doesn’t portray it that way. The Bible smells the evil in it.

Stories, that’s what some people say. But I don’t know, man. The flood narrative is found in other literature. There are fire-breathing dragons in the Bible, and I read once about a tribe that lives roughly where Ninevah once stood that still talks about the man who was vomited out of the mouth of a fish.

I think it’s time we stop trying to etch in stone what we have no right to. History is often redrafted through our own perspective. And the twenty-first century leaves very little to the imagination.

I mean, we’re walking, talking mounds of clay that try to hold onto some sort of power in our wink of an existence but death beats all of us no matter what we do.

Pssst....we’re not that powerful. But guess what?

Jesus is.

I think it’s time to call a spade a spade.

There’s no way out of any of this but through Him, the God of the universe who knows every single hair on our heads and the darkest secrets of our souls.

There’s no use running when the breath in our lungs is His breath. Snap of the fingers and it’s taken away.

So maybe we slow down for just a second. And think how maybe the unimaginable is real.