In a panoply of theistic choices an unexpected underdog, a backwater newcomer, emerged to take the God front runners pole position. A local theologian explains: “We all knew this one was special because, well, you know, we’re special. To us it’s (their version of a deity they proclaim originated with them) the personification of what it means to be God’s chosen. It’s tied to our sense of exceptionalism and our overwhelming need to be special. On reflection, given our forced nomadic history, maybe we should have asked, chosen for what.
Oh well, at lease we’re on the map and in the civilization conversation. So many of our old neighbors are now but mere foot notes in history (folklore), if remembered at all, where as our god has assured our place in this version of what cultures deserve a mention.”
A casual observer might ask, who chose whom? There’s always a contrarian in every crowd.
These are not difficult questions, only uncomfortable conclusions.
What kind of mind demands to be worshiped for doing what comes naturally and why should anyone feel compelled to be subservient to a benevolent benefactor, FOREVER?