As a spectator to the ongoing pissing contest between the various brands of theistic belief systems, I can only goggle at the sheer lunacy of arguing over the merits of any given deity.
Nonetheless, like an accident scene on the freeway, I crawl by at slow speeds, unable to tear my eyes away from the carnage (in this case mental,) displayed before me. I imagine spittle dribbling like gore from the open wounds that serve as the outlet for their barks and yips. I see them, eyes wild, arms akimbo and flailing wildly, as the work themselves into a fine religious lather over the relative supremacy of their chosen delusions.
What gives? Is a resurrected prophet somehow better or worse than one who ascends to the heavens on a magical flying horse? Does walking on water trump the perfection of prose? Is your God actually bigger than mine?
The contest nowadays is mainly between the followers of Islam and those who prefer the christian God. The fact that the object of both sides' adoration is actually the same God does nothing to diminish the vitriol of their followers' fusillades. To the ears of the non believer, these outbursts sound like nothing so much as toddlers involved in a squabble over who has first dibs on the toy du jour.
Well you get the general idea I'm sure.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.