Show Don't Tell: Genesis 11:1-9

Imagine standing on the bustling construction site of the Tower of Babel, where the sun beats down mercilessly on the workers. The air is thick with the scent of sun-baked mud, as men and women skillfully mold the earth into bricks, their calloused hands stained from hours of labor. Feel the heat radiating from pots of boiling bitumen, the acrid smoke rising, mixing with the fragrant spices of their midday meal.…