If religious people's lives are so blessed then you'd think they could just shut their mouths and open their senses and enjoy it, just live and let live.
It seems to me like god is mostly a means to an end and a form of control to most religious people. They project their own malcontentment onto the mysteries of life and personify any force with an imagined graciousness or evil. They use the empty spaces of what they refuse to know better about as some space in between the lines where they inject their own personal hatred and insecurities when they are unnerved or made foolish by something. When something is good for them they make it conceited by saying it is a gift to them from the master of the frickin universe. Why can't they stop?