Poor thing... Christianity.... know a lot more... there again you show you know absolutely nothing about Christianity.
It is not a seeing of a way it is about Spirit and Truth. Don't worry you haven't the knowledge to even know when to be embarrassed about your ignorance showing.
Trouble is, you can't tell the difference between your god and a figment of your imagination.
Lighten up, Sass.
Try some hilarious black comedy.
Perhaps you should read James Morrow’s “Godhead Trilogy”
Towing JehovahGod has committed suicide. His gigantic body is adrift in the north Atlantic where it remains a menace to faith and shipping. It must be God's body because it’s two miles long and doesn't have a bellybutton. The heavenly host who are dying off very quickly from sympathetic death syndrome have hired an oil tanker captain to tow the body to the North Pole where they plan to lay Jehovah to rest.
Along the way they have various adventures and at one point they get becalmed and are practically dying of starvation until they realise they have two miles of meat in tow. The book does contain some recipes.
Blameless in AbbadonThis is the next book in the series. Here you can read how the body of God never made it to its final resting place - instead becoming the centre of attraction at a South Carolina amusement park. A short time afterwards a man dying of cancer puts God's corpse on trial for the existence of evil. You'll probably enjoy the part where they take a walk through God's brain where they encounter several saints, and heroes from the Bible. Among these characters we meet the colossally perverted Saint Augustine of Hippo, Lot, his pregnant daughters and his transformed wife. Lot carries her around wherever he goes because he's drilled a hole in a position he can use (his daughters have lost interest) and besides, she's very useful when it comes to salting margaritas.
Eternal FootmanThe final instalment - God's bloated corpse has exploded and his huge skull has made it into orbit.
This bit is straight out of the book....
Cirrus clouds rimmed God's skull. He appeared to be wearing a white toupee. At least there weren't any ads today. Why the Vatican permitted the multinationals to aim their lasers at His brow was a mystery she couldn't fathom. Contemplating the Cranium Dei was depressing enough. You shouldn't have to read COKE IS IT in the bargain.