I care not what might be your religion. As long as it doesn't involve taking my son and harming him in any way, you could worship a petunia and a glass of soymilk for all I care. However, when I'm minding my own business walking along, and someone pops out of nowhere and asks me "have you found God," my only response could be "no, but my boot is about to find your ass," and commence to helping him on his quest post-haste.