WRFH/Radio Free Hillsdale 101.7 FM - His Works Through Her Eyes: Welcome to Shinar

Episode Date: June 13, 2025

“His Works Through Her Eyes” is a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman as she witnesses them firsthand. Each episode takes artistic liberty to retell a particular biblical story based on a passage of scripture, in addition to historical research. Created and narrated by Emma Wiermann. Ep 2 “Welcome to Shinar”: Today’s episode is the first of two parts retelling the story of the Tower of Babel through the eyes of a pagan teenager living in Shinar, the city where the tower was built.

Welcome to His Works Through Her Eyes, a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman, as she witnesses them firsthand. Created and narrated by Emma Weirman, here on Radio Free Hillsdale, 101.7 FM. Today's episode is the first of two parts retelling the story of the Tower of Babel through the eyes of a pagan teenager living in Shinar, the city where the tower was built. need and turn all I ever do to make this stupid batch of bread I want to be out there with them actually doing and being

I want to know what it's like to brawl to be walloped by some lousy brute and then lob went right back to his sorry friggin' face I want to taste the blood in my mouth and to let the sweat simmer on my scalp out under the blaring sun out on the mason's bench. I want to go to the market and slug down the path like I own that lot of dirt,

and I want what the suns get to have. But all I'm stuck with is friggin' loaf of flour and yeast, and my sister, Anatoot, the ever-faithful companion, who will never miss a beat to remind me, but that's not where you belong. My sister is convinced that this life of bread and baby-making is our only possible station, and it drives me utterly mad.

It's father. Finally, I can find out what happened with the tower. My daily routine involves a lengthy trek to and from the well every mid-morning to retrieve our water, or at least I assume it's lengthy, based on how long it takes that street rat each day to do it for me. I bribe him to do it with the extra loaf I bake each morning. At least that bread has some use.

While he's busy getting the water for me, I take uproot in the rafters over Old Saidu's textile shop. It's my perfect lookout over the square. A few days ago, I saw this recently arrived group of men from the west from some city I've never heard of. Quarro with Baladon and his group of craftsmen. These new settlers claimed they had built structures that dwarfed our temples and places of meeting in size and grandeur. I eagerly waited for the fight to come to blows, one of my favorite things to watch from the lookout. But then came along Elder Aramu.

always at the perfect time. He interjected that the men should drop some detailed plans for such buildings to prove their claims, to which they heartily assented, thus undoing this matter on a rather anticlimatic note, much to my chagrin. The next day, though, I saw an even greater assembly of craftsmen in the square all huddled over a table, eyes frozen on a large parchment spread open. The men from the west seemed rather pleased and kind of looks like they were gloating over the rest of them who were just staring down at the parchment. The plans of the plans were that impressive? I wanted more than anything to leave my lookout and see for myself, and I cursed with everything in me that I couldn't. But Father, as a senior craftsman, must have been

in the assembly. He must know. And now that he's home, soon too will I. I can't sleep. Not after what Father told us a dinner. I can't believe it. The people were so impressed that they decided to declare this a project in the name of our great city, Shinar, under the combined efforts of every tribe as the foremost priority. Father had said that this tower will reach to the heavens, and with it we'll make a name for ourselves here in Shinar. I saw the ravenous greed, the overwhelming ambition leaking from his eyes, dripping from his lips as he said it, and to be honest I loved it. It passed to me. I felt a buzzing in my chest as I began to crave this vision, built with our own hands.

towering to the heavens, built by we, the men of Shinar. We are great, and we have built this. I can taste the addictive sweetness as I whisper these words to myself. The power, the greatness of man, yes, yes, I want it. I want to see it. I want to bathe in the very tar they'll use to fix each holy brick in place. Oh, I love it. And I hate that I'll have no part in it.

But you better believe I'm going to be there. to watch it happen. I'm going to watch as with every brick that tower rises into the sky. This has been his works through her eyes. Created and narrated by Emma Weirman on Radio Free Hillsdale 101.7 FM.