I chose God the other day. God himself had nothing to do with it. I chose him out of my own free will because I have a righteous nature.
God's pretty lucky to have someone like me around. Those other poor slobs who weren't as righteous as I was to choose God are going to suffer. Oh well, they should have listened to me, so they're without excuse. Some people are just better than others, I guess.
So God will reward me for my works because they come from my own free will. In fact, I really don't need his power at all because I can accept him or reject him on my own any time I want to. So God is at my beck and call, not the other way around.
Some people call me self-righteous, but at least I'm righteous and they're not. It's my own works that will save me, my own goodness, purity and righteous nature that gets me into heaven. It feels good to be this good.
So I don't really know what this fuss about Christ's death on the cross is all about since I myself can choose to do right and wrong all by myself. I really don't even need to come to the cross for a thing because i can rely on my own will to keep me out of sins. Inf act, I don't pray much because God really can't do anything for me that i can't to for myself. It's me who leads me out of temptation and delivers me from evil. Why, I'm just about the best thing that came along in a long time.
So the only thing I pray for is that others can be as righteous as I am and decide on their own to believe in God as well. But i guess that won't do any good either since their decision has to come from themselves without any power from you. So I guess you can't really help me there either, God. Oh well, I guess it's all based on the fact that some people are righteous and others aren't.