No matter how you wannabelievers bitch and whine about our imperfect understanding of your invisible man in the sky, your god is a failure. A complete and utter buffoon, a liar and a murderer. If your scriptures are the words of man, you don't have a religion, you're just nerds reading fantasy lit. And if they really are the word of god, they prove god to be impotent. If they're his words, they're his promises and he reneges on them constantly. What good is a god if he can't keep his own word? And you refuse to even attempt to answer that little puzzler. So you're stuck with your classic Freudian misplaced anger, livid at your god for being utterly useless, livid at your parents for forcing you to inherit their fairy tales and livid at yourself for lacking the strength to cut the cord and admit that it's all a lie even though you kind of suspect it is. And like a textbook case, you get mad at anyone except the actual chain of culprits that has you neck deep in your delusions. I'm not the one who promised that your god would protect his flock. Supposedly he did. Maybe you might want to call him out on it, he lied to you and you just bend over and take it.