[ WP ] God realizes asking people to have faith in his existence is n't working . He needs something more explicit to ensure people know he exists .

`` So the fact that they are alive and exist is n't enough? What, did they just think they popped out of nothingness?'' 
 
 `` Sir, look we ca n't focus on this right now, we need to get your poll number up. You are at just 20 % regular attendance in America alone.'' 
 
 God leans back and runs his hands through his beard. *20 %? What happened, it seems just a few hundred years ago the whole population spent all day in church..* 
 
 `` Yes, but sir, now they have the answers they need. Things are now explained through science even more so than before.'' 
 
 `` Who do they think made all these things work? It was n't easy inventing light, you know. Took me who knows how long. I do n't even know, you know why?'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 `` Because before there was light there was no concept of time! I made it, damnit, how can that be so hard to accept? I'm the one who put the matter all together and made it go boom, I'm the one who...'' 
 
 Gabriel went back to looking doodling on his clipboard absent-minded, he knew this little tantrum could last some time. *why in heaven did I say I could help turn his numbers about? This is now the fifth time this month he has gone on about this. * 
 
 `` And nobody questioned back then as to why all the crops dried up! No, they knew alright. They knew their sins. Oh boy and did they pay for their sins alright!'' 
 
 `` And if you pull that shit again you'll end up with the same issues you had then but now your little creation has the ability to rebel!'' 
 
 `` What did you just say?'' The old man turned back to Gabriel, fists clenched, veins throbbing on his forehead. 
 
 `` They can strike back now. They have the ability. And even if they do n't find us they will simply go to war and destroy themselves with their weapons. Our little project will be dead.'' 
 
 `` So it's come to this? Am I just to let them forget all about me? All about their father?'' 
 
 `` Well, you can do one thing...'' 
 
 `` Oh?'' 
 
 `` Research shows most do n't believe due to lack of evidence...'' 
 
 `` You know I wo n't do public appearances, last time my son got nailed to a tree.'' 
 
 `` So be it. Then we need a miracle to get this campaign back on track.'' 
 
 `` What sort?'' 
 
 `` Let's get to the drawing board. We're going to make this world great again.''
