Sounding like an arrogant ass, I'll say that it is sadly amusing to watch people as they feebly but sincerely attempt to support their cherished little son of a murderous tribal god, as being somehow real and in some way responsible for the existence of a wondrous and infinite universe.
As they say: if tricycles worshipped a god, it would have three wheels.
I pray for the day people get their heads out of the dense muck of "holy" scriptures, and enter into the reality of the present moment, that they realize a truly unending and unimaginable sense of the Divine.
j