Put Yourself in God's Shoes
Imagine you're God. It's okay. This is just an exercise. You've created a perfect world. The environment is perfectly adjusted. There is beauty and elegance from the tiniest molecule to the largest star. It is designed and ordered but not stale, predictable with just enough randomness to keep a person on their toes. You step back and take a good look and realize, "That's good."
Then you set to work on the piece de resistance: creatures with personality, self-awareness and freedom of choice. You call them humans, and this time, when you step back and take a good look, you realize, "That's really good!"
These humans are capable of having a relationship with you. They're not programmed to or forced to, but they can choose to. And you become friends. You take walks together and have conversations about all sorts of things. This is exactly what you wanted when you started creating things. And your heart is involved in this now. You love these humans, and they love you in return. They even follow you around and ask for your advice on stuff. They even do what you think is best -- they defer to you not because they're afraid of you but because they respect you.
And then it all comes to a screeching halt.
The humans, in a moment of heated temptation, forget all about how smart you are and how you always know just the right thing to do. They wonder if you're really their friend. They doubt your commitment to them. They start to think that maybe you've been holding out on them, keeping them from something good. They think you haven't been honest or fair with them.
Somehow, they even forget that they owe their very existence to you, choosing instead to believe a big lie they heard from some snake in the grass.
So, you watch with dismay and disappointment as these humans -- who are still completely dependent upon you for the air they breath and the food they have -- reject you and attempt to hijack the world you created. Worse, when you come to talk about this with them, they hide from you. Then they start pointing fingers and refuse to take responsibility for their behavior.
Now, honestly, what would you do?