I follow the big G implicitly and without question—the big G being Google of course. I drove up to the Bay Area last weekend. I didn’t know how to get to my specific destination, but after plugging the address into Google maps, away I went, never giving it a second thought.
On the way home, the GPS took me on a rather circuitous route. I was vaguely aware that there was another, shorter route, but I didn’t pull off to see what it was or how to catch it. I just assumed the traffic on that freeway was horrible, Google was safely routing me around it, and my current route was the fastest available. Now that’s faith.
When things don’t go according to my plan in other areas of life, I don’t think, there must have been some traffic—or heartache or suffering—on that route I wanted to take; thanks, God, for safely routing me around it. Oh no.
My reaction usually begins with resistance, an attempt to immediately pull over to the side of the road and check the cosmic road map of life to see how I can get back on my chosen track. (My ability to see the cosmic road map of life has, thus far, proven annoyingly non-existent, but clearly if I just keep looking, the divine instruction booklet in which it is printed will reveal itself.) When this fails, I progress to wailing and gnashing of teeth until finally arriving at acceptance, at which point I often realize my surroundings are rather pretty.
I’m not suggesting that all of life’s detours are pleasant, but how might my way of existing be different if I placed at least as much faith in the creator of the universe as I do in a search engine? Here’s a poem from Hafiz that suggests an answer:
I Vote for You for God
by Hafiz
When your eyes have found the strength
To constantly speak to the world
All that is most dear
To your own
Life,
When your hands, feet, and tongue
Can perform in that rare unison
That comforts this longing earth
With the knowledge
Your soul,
Your soul has been groomed
In His city of love;
And when you can make others laugh
With jokes
That belittle no one
And your words always unite,
Hafiz
Does vote for you.
Hafiz will vote for you to be
The minister of every country in
This universe.
Hafiz does vote for you my dear.
I vote for you
To be
God.
From The Gift by Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Being Finite 
I love your blog! Funny, so well observed and spoken, and oh so true.
This morning there was a flying insect on the window in the bathroom, trying to get out. I took a piece of paper towel and tried to get it to go onto the towel. I thought “all you are going to think is happening is that your route to outside is being blocked off.” It scooped onto the paper, but then flew off the paper. Scooped again, off. Finally I waved the paper at it when it was flying and it got further from the window. I lost sight of it. I thought, well, maybe you went far enough away from the window to see the open door. And I thought, how many windows instead of doors in my life? And how many rants against being scooped.
That elusive handbook! Hafiz knows it by heart. : )