Google and God

Moses and the burning bush. I've heard of this guy in various flashes - a Sunday school handout, a ceiling fan sermon (round and round go the blades in rhythm with the pastor's inflection: "Moses freed his people...from the Egyptian Pharaoh...saw God in a burning bush..."), a summer camp song in high school where we broke out chanting, "Let my people go!" Yes, I have heard of this Moses, poor baby boy, floating down a river, inspiring the name of that carry-all basket that my children slept in between the ages of zero to five months. I was pretty sure, from all the miscellaneous talk about him, this Moses was a pretty swell guy. Must have done something amazing for all the references flung to his credit and name-dropping pastors would do, here and there, for years during my church life. So last night, I read of him, this baby - Moses. This man - Moses. I read of his faith. I read of his fear. His fear of God. His fear of inadequacy. His fear of undeliverance of what God called him to do. I read of his staff, given to him by God, his safe-keeping in his brother Aaron, and all the plagues, and the Exodus, and the Passover. It was, simply, fascinating. A lesson in history, a small beckoning of faith. I will have to read it again. And again, to let it jar my mind and rest in my bones. I freely admit, my first reaction while reading of the plagues was to Google for proof. I still might. This is where I am in my faith. Wikipedia is not god, immortal, divine, or omnipotent. A few weeks ago, damn, even less than that, I might have argued otherwise. But Wikipedia it is. Perhaps it's God calling me, no, downright CHALLENGING me, to Google the shit out of my questions (Go ahead, Stacey - keep on rocking those click buttons! See how far it'll get you!) only to - after four treacherous hours of inconclusive bullshit balking at me like a perfunctory research assistant sporting swim floaties in a dry overloaded sea of half-truth information - crawl into bed with 2AM internet fatigue and eulogize His infinitely hellish humor and conclude that - yes God, you are right - the world wide web is a false blackhole vacuum deity hyperlinked together with shady sources and annoying ancillary advertisements. You're right, you're right, God Almighty. I shoulda just believed. But ah, the road of faith, takes me to Google, five degrees to a Logitech e-commercial, and one more click to, none other than, our man - Kevin Bacon. That is where the buck will stop, but my small ark of faith takes me there, out to dry sea, a Kevin Bacon island, a quick Footloose interlude, and hopefully, back again. He'll be waiting, I'm sure, smirking at me as if He threw me a paddle and then, while I adjusted my oars and admired the beauty, turned the waters upstream.