Oh, glorious were the promises which led me to the shrine of Isis!' 'But,' answered the Nazarene, 'ask thy reason, can that religion be sound which outrages all morality?
You are told to worship your gods.
What are those gods, even according to yourselves?
What their actions, what their attributes?
Are they not all represented to you as the blackest of criminals?
yet you are asked to serve them as the holiest of divinities.

Jupiter himself is a parricide and an adulterer.

What are the meaner deities but imitators of his vices?
You are told not to murder, but you worship murderers; you are told not to commit adultery, and you make your prayers to an adulterer! Oh! what is this but a mockery of the holiest part of man's nature, which is faith?
Turn now to the God, the one, the true God, to whose shrine I would lead you.

If He seem to you too sublime, two shadowy, for those human associations, those touching connections between Creator and creature, to which the weak heart clings--contemplate Him in His Son, who put on mortality like ourselves.

His mortality is not indeed declared, like that of your fabled gods, by the vices of our nature, but by the practice of all its virtues.