The way I figure it, one of a few possibilities is true:

1 there is a god. He lets all the bad shit happen, and therefore isn’t worthy of dedication.

B: there is no god. Shit happens. Nobody is there to be worthy of dedication.

III- there is a god. It kicked off the big bang and sat back to watch. Either it has the ability to affect positive change and doesn’t, or it can’t. In which case, it’s still not worthy of dedication.

The end result is the same for me

This is called deism, by the way. The idea that God made the world and now just let’s it run.

God is a Dwarf Fortress player.

A nobleman went to a distant country to get royal power for himself and then return. He summoned ten of his slaves, and gave them ten pounds, and said to them, ‘Do business with these until I come back.’ But the citizens of his country hated him and sent a delegation after him, saying, ‘We do not want this man to rule over us.’ When he returned, having received royal power, he ordered these slaves, to whom he had given the money, to be summoned so that he might find out what they had gained by trading.

The first came forward and said, ‘Lord, your pound has made ten more pounds.’ He said to him, ‘Well done, good slave! Because you have been trustworthy in a very small thing, take charge of ten cities.’

Then the second came, saying, ‘Lord, your pound has made five pounds.’ He said to him, ‘And you, rule over five cities.’

Then the third came, saying, ‘Lord, here is your pound. I wrapped it up in a piece of cloth, for I was afraid of you, because you are a harsh man; you take what you did not deposit, and reap what you did not sow.’ He said to him, ‘I will judge you by your own words, you wicked slave! You knew, did you, that I was a harsh man, taking what I did not deposit and reaping what I did not sow? Why then did you not put my money into the bank? Then when I returned, I could have collected it with interest.’ He said to the bystanders, ‘Take the pound from him and give it to the one who has ten pounds.’

Then the fourth came, saying, ‘Lord, I killed the rest of your slaves and used the pounds to make myself a cushy house, saying I did so in your name, and in this house, I formed a cult where I told my followers I was totally an expert and a legitimate authority on your will, and now dedicate that cult to ask you for even more handouts while I and my council of zealots get rich and live cushy lives off of their backs’ He did not say anything to him, but left quickly, wondering how far his engineer’s catapults were effective from.

Which god would that be?

God made everything better for the intelligent life that didnt kill His son and just left Earth alone

God: “Ehh, they’ll figure it out eventually.”