Bless my mother. She’s always forwarding me interesting emails because she knows how busy I am. This is the digital, 21st-century version of a practice she inherited from my bubbie, who used to send packets of newspaper clippings to the house every week, just in case we’d missed a story about a two-headed calf or the top 10 qualities of gifted children.
Last week she sent me an email about how an amateur archaeologist named Ron Wyatt had discovered chariot wheels at the bottom of the Red Sea, effectively proving that divine events of Exodus aren’t just an exciting bedtime story. Except with just a few drops of Google juice I found out that Ron Wyatt also “discovered” Noah’s Ark, the Ark of the Covenant and the exact location of Jesus’ crucifixion. Nothing on the news wires about it, and if the academic homeboy at Paleojudaica doesn’t have anything to say about it, it’s got to be bunk.
But who need physical evidence to make the struggles of Moses, Miriam and the rest of our golden-calf worshipping ancestors relevant anyway? Does the existence of dead Egyptians at the bottom of the ocean actually prove or disprove the existence of God? I’m no rabbi (as I’m sure many are thankful), but isn’t the point of the Passover story is about faith?
Sorry, Mom. It surely would’ve made for fabulous seder conversation. But there’s always this two-headed turtle!