Simple. He doesn't exist.
I had an epiphany of sorts this evening when I realized when I stopped believing in the god of my mother's faith - christianity.
A couple of years ago, a young girl of just 17 years, Jesica Santillan, was sitting in a hospital room receiving the news that a donor had been located for her desperately needed double transplant. She was to receive a new heart and lung. The organs were flown into Raleigh while the half-day surgery was being carried out. The doctor removed the girls failing heart and lung and replaced them with the donated organs. All seemed fine until a few hours after surgery.
It came to everyone's attention that there had been a mix-up; the wrong organs had been transplanted into this child's body. They were of a different blood type and her body was certain to reject them.
Emergency surgery was begun to remove the organs and replace them with the correct ones. Her body, however, had already begun attacking the mismatched organs. 2 weeks after the initial surgery, she died.
Millions of christians, including me, prayed for this young woman's recovery. Such a wrong surely had to be righted; such a travesty certainly had to have a miraculous ending. But no. The christian god was dissappointingly absent during those two weeks, and the prayers of his faithful fell on deaf ears.
No, my friends. The christian god is a myth. And if by some strange quirk I am incorrect in that statement, he is certainly not worthy of my praise, for he is obviously a bitter old b****** who cares nothing for the plight of an unfortunate young lady and the prayers of his people.