The idea that there is something I can do to help other people should be an idea I'm eager to embrace.
After all, I'd accept another person wanting to help me.
If we help each other we are stronger.
But, the idea that there is something I need to do to "help" god is rather questionable.
If I am but an imperfect drawing the Great Artist has sketched....well, He is free to wad me up and toss me into file 13.
But, all mothers, fathers and children everywhere are His fingerpainting. If we are messy and untidy and clash with his curtains....the fault, dear Brutus, is
with those Eternal Paint-stained fingers of Jehovah.
Do we really need to spend our few seconds of vanishingly narrow existence apologizing because of who and what we are?
"It is he that hath made us and not we ourselves" comes pretty close to a good excuse for our slovenly status.
I'm just sayin'......maybe we ought not be so quick to praise the talent of Mr. Heavenly artist.
We just might....might...be the result of millions of years of evolution.
That would mean we are actually and factually the FINEST result of millions of successes and not the detritus of one big failure.