I could walk around inside religion and never, on any emotional level, understand that God was a person, an actual Being with thoughts and feelings and that sort of thing. To me, God was more of an idea. It was something like a slot machine, a set of spinning images that doled out rewards based on behaviour, and, perhaps, chance… If something nice happened to me, I thought it was God, and if something nice didn’t I went back to the slot machine, knelt down in prayer, and pulled the lever a few more times. I liked this God very much because you hardly had to talk to it and it never talked back.
Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz (p.9)
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