When God called Moses to a summit meeting, the people panicked like henless chicks…. The scurvy of fear infected everyone in the camp. They crafted a metal cow and talked to it…. More than three thousand years removed, we understand God’s frustration. Turn to a statue for help? How stupid. Face your fears by facing a cow? Udderly foolish! We opt for more sophisticated therapies: belly-stretching food binges or budget-busting shopping sprees. We bow before a whiskey bottle or lose ourselves in an eighty-hour work week. Progress? Hardly. We still face fears without facing God…. Rather than turn to God, we turn from him, hardening our hearts. The result? Cow-worshiping folly.