Way too many years ago, I read a novel in which the hero comes, at the end of many travails, to an acceptance of the idea of a finite God, a God who can't do everything. (Wish I could remember author and title here, but I said it was too many years ago.) The idea intrigued me then, and intrigues me still: a single God who sure 'nuff created the universe, but whose creation got too big for him, and who now can only do his best, the same way we do. That would explain the problem of evil, and solve the dilemma of free will.
A finite God wouldn't seem as much of a sh!t as the overarching sees-all, knows-all, I'm-making-you-suffer-for-the-good-of-your-soul bastard the Christians and others currently contrive to worship. A finite God could be a lovable god - although he wouldn't necessarily be 100 percent nice all the time.
I like the idea of a God who gets wet if he doesn't come in out of the rain.
A finite God wouldn't seem as much of a sh!t as the overarching sees-all, knows-all, I'm-making-you-suffer-for-the-good-of-your-soul bastard the Christians and others currently contrive to worship. A finite God could be a lovable god - although he wouldn't necessarily be 100 percent nice all the time.
I like the idea of a God who gets wet if he doesn't come in out of the rain.