God was treated like this powerful, erratic, rather punitive father who has to be pacified and praised. You know, flattered.
John CleeseThe one thing I remember about Christmas was that my father used to take me out in a boat about ten miles offshore on Christmas Day, and I used to have to swim back. Extraordinary. It was a ritual. Mind you, that wasn't the hard part. The difficult bit was getting out of the sack.
John Cleese