Our gods and religious texts are our modern myths, and man, they are so lame compared to the myths other societies have. I'm sick of a god who's all about forgiveness, love, and the number three. I want mischevious gods who take on human form and play pranks on unsuspecting humans. I want sexy lady gods who fall in love with guys with mullets, and bring about great chaos and war in the ensuing clash between heaven and Earth.
But instead, we get a guy who managed to feed a bunch of hanger's-ons. In ancient times, men received mandates, sacred armors, relics, powerful magiks, and all manner of radical ephemera from tatoos to secret hand shakes. But Christians settle for a dude who gave a bunch of people a free lunch. I think they sold themselves out cheaply.
Where's my golden apple?