In a recent conversation with my sister, the topic was religion. She's more or less orthodox jewish, I'm agnostic. So, as we were talking about god and our view on religion, I tried to explain what I thought about it:
So I tried to 'package' it as a gospel:
"My God(s) trusts me. They know who I am, so they give me the freedom to do what I want. More importantly, to think what I want and talk about it (if I want to). To make my own choices as a human and of course my own mistakes. They never question or condemn me, because they know why. I don't have to follow any rituals, priests or books. Even questioning their existence is applauded and search for evidence highly welcomed. But don't think they are easy, just because they never answer. No, they've installed some devices like culture, conscience and education to give me some feedback on what I'm doing. And it seems to work (more or less).
My God(s) are curious. About me, other lines of thought, cultures and believes. They like a fierce but civilized debate, not so much to win but to learn, to appreciate a different view. But they abhor the killing in their name(s), the zealots, discrimination and ruthless fanaticism. Never, ever, have they asked me to look down on others, different believes, lifestyles or preferences. Tolerance, they think, is a virtue and curiosity a gift (from them).
My God(s) are in my mind, not in my soul. I don't know who they are or wether I'll ever meet them. Neither have I seen signs, heard words or felt the need to let them control my life. Never did I have a real conversation with one of them about my problems or those of the world. But they are there. They just don't feel the need to talk or impose rules, because they know what I'll see, think and do.
So, fortunately, they are very kind to me."