The development of civilization involved both the division of labour and recognition of the worth of people and of their labour.
Cain built a city and named it for his son Enoch. See, the tradition of memorialising (somehow immortalising persons through preserving their memory in named structures, places and practices) goes back a long way.
I grew up among a colonised people so during my childhood, there were not many place names in my country that spoke to the worth of those from whom I came. That, of course, was before I was became proud of my Kalinago ancestry, for even that we were taught to be ashamed of. To be the descendant of African slaves was bad; but to be “Carib” was even worse! There was a pecking order of ethnicity. O how we’d been brainwashed into believing that some persons were inherently better and others inherently worse.
The construction of the city Enoch required the skills and involvement of those who were not named- the itinerant farming communities that fed the nation(the Jabals, verse 20), the musicians and those who helped us acquire and enjoy the taste of aesthetic beauty the Jubals, verse 21), those who used earth’s resources for the benefit of all (the Tubal-cains, verse 22) and the many other gifted lines not listed here.
Everyone’s gift and skill is important. And if others before us invoked the name of the Lord who gifted them, so also must we.
I am special, O so special, God made it to be.
You can look and look, and look and look,
but you’ll never find anyone just like me.
You are special, O so special
God made it so true;
I can look and look and look and look
But I’ll never find anyone just like you.
No, I’ll never find anyone just like you.
Many gifts, one Spirit, one God known in many ways
In our difference is blessing; In diversity we praise.
One Giver, one Lord, one Spirit, one Word!