God is an old man who wants to die. He has been trying to for two-thousand years. The "pious" and faithful, myself included, keep him from doing so by our constant reliance on him for what he hopes us to our inherit as our own prerogative and responsibility.
We are like children saying, "Don't go, Daddy! Don't go!" Only the more mature recognize it is time to let him go. The biggest favor we can do is to say, "It will be sad and hard to see you go. But you have provided and given for us what you can. We give you permission to depart."
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