Look at that woman blogging about what’s wrong with the Web. That’s like writing a book about what’s wrong with books! Alright, alright. But I was invited to write a post about using the Internet in education, and it got me thinking, that’s all. Nothing wrong with thinking, is there?
What I’ve been thinking is this. It seems as if everything is on the Web, absolutely everything. You could spend your whole life there. Chat with your friends, work, do your shopping, get married. I don’t know if you can get children online, but it’s probably not far away. You can pursue your interests, meet like-minded people, even follow your religion. But there’s still something missing. Consider this:
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the firmament shows his handiwork.
Day unto day utters speech,
and night unto night reveals knowledge.
When I look into a computer screen, even if I’m looking at scenes of God’s handiwork, what I’m actually seeing is the work of man – man’s cleverness, man’s technical genius, man’s composite materials. But when there is light reflecting off actual trees and bushes into my eyes, or when my eardrums are picking up actual vibrations emanating from the throat of a bellbird, then these things are speaking to me, informing me, educating me, instructing me. When I look up and see clouds whirling across the sky, or the constellations in all their frozen splendour, then I grasp something of the meaning of this:
The voice of the LORD shakes the wilderness…
And in his temple everyone says “Glory!”
Glory! Glory! Glory! That’s what I’m missing when I stare into a box. Who will dare to call it insignificant?