Utopia: Always Out of Reach

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June 22, 2017

Our problems are not new.

Ancient arguments and philosophies persist today.

Something in the heart of mankind is amiss. We are built to yearn for the transcendent, but in the yearning we despise or ignore (and really, is that not despising?) the Holy One for whom every heart longs.

Feeble, misguided human beings have long sought the perfect city or civilization. This is tired old thinking. We believe it possible every time some fabulous new technology arrives, just in time to save humanity and step us forward toward our perfect world.

Reading lately in Smithsonian Magazine about world fairs and exhibitions reminds me of this everlasting human trait. “We can fix it. Man is basically good!”

No. He is not.

Look what the people who constructed the Tower of Babel were thinking:

Come, let us build for ourselves a city, and a tower whose top will reach into heaven, and let us make for ourselves a name, otherwise we will be scattered abroad over the face of the whole earth.

“Let us make a name for ourselves.” We want significance. The desire is given to us, but we misuse it selfishly, most the time. We want to “reach into heaven”. If there is anything that introduces distance between God and Mankind, it is Mankind’s pride and arrogance. That built-in desire is for Him, but we push away or bury it with noise and trivia, or our own soaring sagacity. Oh how wise we think we are.


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Does the thinking of the tower builders sound new to you? Rather, it’s quite familiar, isn’t it? The same old stuff corrodes us today. As you read the story, you smell the dusty ideology of globalism – a long-discredited view with still many fans.


Another article starts with these questions:

Would you like to live in a better world? Mankind has spent millennia looking for a perfect society—a utopia—where all can live in peace and happiness. Why has it always gone wrong? Will we ever have utopia on this earth? Will there ever be a time of peace on the earth? What will it mean to you?

Why has it always gone wrong?

Our problems reside in our hearts: yours and mine and everybody’s. Imperfect people want to collect themselves into a Supreme Community which will finally attain perfection, because we are so smart and so good. But as quoted above, “it always goes wrong”.

Some think all we need to do is remove the riff-raff. If we have to murder them to accomplish the loftiness, what could possibly go wrong there?

Sure, we have high abilities and our minds can be exponentially improved. We can accomplish the nearly unbelievable. But what about motive? What about evil?

Has anyone created a larger prison camp than the ones who created the North Korea  purgatory? Do you suppose they are nearing the perfect society? It would be difficult to convince me that the leader(s) there do not believe they are on the road to perfection.


Marc-Hatot, Pixabay

Without submission and humility (to Creator God), you and I are little different from the people who tyrannize that tomb. Just a few steps, and your arrogance and mine could be just as beastly.

Our world’s intransigent, thorny troubles will never be fixed with human striving alone. Often, Extra Smart People add to the trouble, in spite of all their lofty designs. Maybe more accurately, because of them.

Do you want peace? Humility comes first.

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