These last four days have been a little rough in the communication department.
And this little book right here has been one of my best friends .
Best two dollars my parents ever spent on me.
With that being said,
I’m not trying to completely state the obvious here.
We kinda really screwed ourselves over with the Tower of Babel.
As soon as God said, “Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other” in Genesis 11:7,
Confusion and chaos then ensued.
And after living in 3 different cultures, each with their distinct languages, I can surely say that I have felt the brunt of this curse.
Linguistics have always been a struggle for me.
I would love to lay claim to a decent mastery of the English language,
But when It comes to Warao, (the language of Venezuelan Indians whom my parents worked with for over 6 years.)
And Spanish, (the language I took three years of in high school, and am currently immersed in.)
I simply have no natural ability to comprehend.
Which points to the fact that God has been at work in a supernatural sense in my life for the last four days.
All of the vocabulary which a haven’t studied in 2 years is coming back quite rapidly.
And when I babel on to my Honduran friends in Spanish, their once confused faces have a new light.
A light of understanding.
Which is soooo not my doing in any way.
100% Holy Spirit
Recalling all of my long-lost Spanish.