Michelangelo's The Creation of Adam, Sistine Chapel, 1511
I think most people stumble through life, and religion, as best as we can and usually we do ok. But occasionally I run into a mindset that the deities exist only to help us. I think this mindset is borne not out of malice, but out of accident, misunderstanding, routine, oversight, or lack of deliberation. What an odd notion: the idea of the divine, the mighty and powerful, at our service twenty-four hours a day wanting noting better than to give us everything we want and religion is just a soft-serve self-help service. Excuse me, is that human ego streaking naked and flaming in Times Square?