Seems to me that Christians worship an incredible shrinking god. - At one time it was supposedly capable of flinging thousands of billions of galaxies into existence with a mere thought.
By the time of Noah, it was reduced to flooding an insignificant speck in the cosmos.
By the time of Moses, its best trick was moving a tiny portion of a minor sea aside for a short while.
By the time of Jesus, it has to send a delegate on its behalf who leaves behind only rumors that he was able to turn water into another beverage, or render himself extra buoyant.
Now it counts as a miracle if a water stain grows mold that kind of looks like a bearded face, which could be claimed to resemble this, supposed delegate.
How much more pathetic can this god get? How do Christians manage to sing praises of its glory and greatness without feeling like fools--or at best, like new parents gushing over their toddler's ability to make pee?