Throughout human history people have imagined some kind of a mumbo jumbo sky daddy whenever they encountered a natural phenomenon they did not understand.
Giant bolts of electricity jumping down from the sky seemed to indicate an angry sky daddy, a typical mood it seems.
Whenever a crop might fail it was because the imaginary bearded sky daddy had taken offense at something somebody had done. Primitive man (the ancestors of our modern day TV evangelists) would then find a scapegoat to blame. Then the killings and the sacrifices and of course the slaughter of all of the foreigners who dare to believe in a slightly different imaginary bearded sky daddy.
Always with the killing, the pious killing, the just killing, the killing in the name of a nonexistent nonentity. After all, those other people have skin that is 15% lighter or darker than the skin of our imaginary bearded sky daddy.
Clearly, if something bad happens it is always the fault of the people who imagine a different deity than our imaginary bearded sky daddy. Imagine your own deity. Doesn't it look just like you? That's great! Now start killing people that do not worship your deity.
He wants you to kill people, just read the fictional account of your imaginary deity in the badly written psychotic ravings of your fave deity. Kill, kill, kill.
If human beings were not so fond of killing people for no good reason at all we would no longer require imaginary bearded sky daddies to justify the carnage.