My god can beat up your god.
Do you know his name? Sure you do. He talks to you every day. You
could not live a normal life without him. You believe in him, whether you
like it or not. Unless you abandon him completely, you cannot deny he
exists.
My god is a more personal god than yours can ever be, for if you have
enough sense to understand these words, my god lives within you. He lives
within us all, to some degree. A heartbreaking few cannot understand him,
but this is not their fault. The real tragedy is the multitudes who ignore
much of his counsel, particularly when he questions your god too deeply.
My god has been around longer than your god. He was here before the many
other gods that preceded your god. Though you will likely scoff at the
notion, my god was the father of your god, as he was to all gods. But that
was long ago when he was young and not yet sure of himself. Though many of
your god’s followers try to hold him down, my god grows stronger and more
independent each day.
When your god expelled us from paradise for eating an apple, my god
taught us to grow our own fruit.
When your god forbade knowledge, demanding we live in ignorance, my god
created books.
When your god smote cities like a tantrum-prone child, my god helped to
rebuild them.
When your god insisted the world was flat, my god showed his followers it
was round, to their peril at the hands of your god’s followers.
While your god watched in silence as children sickened and died, my god
created medicines to make them well.
When your god winked and nodded at slavery, my god argued passionately
against it.
While your god represses half the human race, my god considers woman to
be the equal of man.
When your god only helps those who help themselves, my god rolls up his
sleeves and actually does help until your god decides to join in, and then
steals all the credit.
When your god inspired great buildings and great art, my god made them
possible.
While your god says we are all born sinners, tainted before we even draw
breath, my god says we are all born innocent; a clean slate with limitless
potential.
While your god offers dubious allusions of an afterlife, my god provides
for us here in this life.
While your god makes amazing promises, but offers not a shred of proof,
my god performs amazing deeds, and the proof is there to be seen by all.
While your god demands blind faith and obsequious obedience, my god
encourages questions, even about himself.
When your god says “Thou shalt not,” my god says “You can do
anything.”
My god is reason. He does more in a day than your god will ever do.