Sun worship is fairly simple. There’s no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I’m unworthy. Doesn’t tell me I’m a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn’t said and unkind word. Treats me fine. So I worship the sun. But I don’t pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn’t presume on a friendship. It’s not polite. I’ve often thought people treat God rather rudely, don’t you? Trillions and trillions of prayers every day, asking and pleading and begging for favors; do this, gimme that, I need a new car, I want a better job. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday-his day off. It’s not nice, and it’s no way to treat a friend.
George Carlin