That fits in to where I am going with this.

My sister is the piano whiz kid. She sits down to a new piece and bang! It's not long at all before she owns it. Gorgeous sounding. Mesmerizing. She was always that way. When she was a kid she would go to lessons and the new assignments weren't that much of a struggle for her. She has been trying to teach me piano. She still has all of her old music. I struggle, I sweat, I do my best and its really hard for me to get even the simplest of simple down. She's a natural. I'm ridiculously bad. At least we have a good time laughing.

So lets just say by some miracle I reach her level and we are just as good as one another. Turn your back and you can't tell us apart. I struggled for it long and hard. She didn't. It was there for her from the very beginning. Call it the luck of the draw. Compared to the two of us who do you think deserves more respect for the way we play in this myth of mine? The one who struggled and worked to achieve it over a long period of time or the one who just sits down and viola its there at those magic finger tips?

Now let's jump over to God. Did he work to be what he is? I am told he is eternal, has always been, is never changing. If he is never changing its safe to assume he has always been the way he is. He is I am told the one and only god. So no other super being came along and gifted him these powers. His perfection is innate or as I put it natural to him.

So he is perfect. And? Did he work for it? Achieve it? Labor endlessly for it? No. Why is perfection something to worship him about?