'Humanity sins but it's God's son who pays the price? That a God should put up with adversity, I could understand. Adversity, yes. Reversals of fortune, yes. Treachery, yes. But humiliation? Death? Consenting to be stripped naked, whipped, mocked, dragged through the streets and to top it off, crucified -- and at the hands of mere humans, to boot. Devils and monsters die, as do mortals, by the thousands and millions. But divinity should not be blighted by death. It's wrong. The world soul cannot die, even in one contained part of it. It was wrong of this Christian God to let His (because they're so fond of capital letters) avatar die. That is tantamount to letting a part of himself die. If God on the Cross is God shamming a human tragedy, it turns the Passion of the Christ in the Farce of the Christ. Once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of Death forever in His mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself? Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect?
No spindly cross should keep a God down. When push comes to shove, Gods should transcend limited human frame with strength no man could have and weapons no man could handle. That is God as God should be. With shine and power and might. Such as can rescue and save and put down evil.
This Son, who goes hungry, who suffers from thirst, who gets tired, who is sad, who is anxious, who is heckled and harassed, who has to put up with followers who don't get it and opponents who don't respect Him--what kind of God is that? It's a God on too human and scale, that's what. This Son is a God who spent most of his time telling stories, talking. This is a son who walked with a stride like any human stride and when he splurged on transport, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a God who died in three hours. with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of God is that? What is there to inspire in this Son?
And this Son appears only once, long ago, far away. Is done away with before he has a single grey hair on his head? Leaves not a single descendant, only scattered, partial testimony, His complete works doodles in the dirt? Wait a minute. This is selfish. This is ungenerous and unfair. This is practically unmanifest. What could justify such divine stinginess?'

-Yann Martel