After the flood, all the people on Earth spoke the same language and were concentrated in one small civilization. God had commanded them to spread out and slowly fill the Earth, but instead the group settled down at a place called Shinar. At Shinar the people decided to build a city and a great tower of brick and mortar that would reach to Heaven. And because they were one united people, they accomplished this monumental achievement. The Lord saw that the people could do whatever they pleased and had become proud. Therefore, He scattered them all over the Earth and confounded their language. Thus, the tower and city became known as Babel, because where once there was one language and one people, there are now many.
Christ, Jesus. "Genesis 11:1-9" The Holy Bible. Jerusalem: Peter, Paul & Co. 4000 B.C. - 200 A.D. Scroll.
I wish God had never confounded hunman language and dispersed us throughout the Earth. It would be so much easier to communicate that way. Thanks, Heavenly Father. Just think: what if we lived in a world of one speech and one people? Such a world would be more open, peaceful, and empathetic. But alas, we have been cursed for our pride to be a fragmented humanity.
Needless to say, foreign language is not my favorite subject. I have taken Spanish since seventh grade and am in the AP level currently. I consider multilingualism to be a necessary evil; it is useful in the global world in which we live, but I do not relish the opportunity to conjugate irregular verbs like enriquecer in the subjunctive future perfect tense.
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