It's not a god per se, rather the animal companion of Ganesh (Elephant god/ god of people, kinda like god Fufluns of Populonia). The mouse is like a ride of the god.

It’s called the boble

ChatGPT spat this out.

It all began with two children on Earth, both eyes squeezed shut, hands folded tightly in prayer. One was Lucy, a ten-year-old with a sharp tongue and an encyclopedic knowledge of words. The other was Max, a quiet but determined boy who practiced his spelling with such focus that every letter felt like a victory.

Each child prayed the same thing: Please, God, let me win the spelling bee.

And God heard. But not just God—Archangels Gabriel and Michael did, too.

“Lucy’s the one,” Gabriel said, convinced. “She’s got skill, and she practices every day. Max’s heart is good, but Lucy deserves the win.”

Michael shook his head, wings bristling. “Max has worked twice as hard. He might not have Lucy’s natural talent, but his devotion should be rewarded.”

God sighed. “Then perhaps both should win,” He suggested gently.

Gabriel and Michael looked horrified.

“There can only be one winner,” Gabriel insisted. “Lucy!”

“Max!” countered Michael.

The disagreement escalated, and soon the pearly gates rang with the clash of heaven’s most loyal warriors. Thunder crackled, stars tilted in their orbits, and halos slipped crookedly from heads. An entire chorus of angels divided into factions: Team Lucy versus Team Max.

As the battle waged on, God watched from His throne, bemused, until He decided enough was enough.

He raised one hand, and instantly the clouds of battle cleared, silence swept across the heavens, and every angel dropped their weapon, ashamed.

“Whoever wins,” God said, “will do so by their own merit. Do not wage war over spelling bees.”

And so, peace returned to Heaven, and on Earth, Lucy and Max faced off at the spelling bee.

In the end, neither won. They both missed a letter and went home with heads high but humbled. And in Heaven, a truce was called—but Gabriel and Michael couldn’t help but exchange a final glance.

“Next time,” Michael whispered, “I’m praying to win.”

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I dunno, that balls kick was a hell of a headstart and could change the outcome

But Jesus never fights alone 😏 he's a dirty ass cheater.

IDK, the christians build gods like a grade schooler:

My god built the ocean.

Oh yeah well mine built the earth, and the ocean is on the earth.

Hey you can’t do that, besides I have a second god and he made the sun.

I don’t need two gods mine is as powerful as all yours put together and he made the heavens and it has the sun in it.

THAT’S CHEATING! And I have another god, he made the stars!

Oh yeah well mine made everything including all the gods and he can count to infinity!

Oh yeah even the evil gods?

…..yeah but thats not his fault.

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!

Is not!

Is too!, Is too!, Is too!

Is not time infinitely!

For his human form, yes, but Holy Trinity-wise, I'm not so sure. Beyond 1v1, archangels tip any scales in JC's favor.

Dude forgot to gird. Rookie mistake.

Yes it looks like an iron axe, and God has a problem with Iron:
https://biblehub.com/judges/1-19.htm

Judges 1:19

The LORD was with the men of Judah. They took possession of the hill country, but they were unable to drive the people from the plains, because they had chariots fitted with iron.

So the idea that God is almighty is pretty ridiculous, according to the Bible that is.

If we consider the Sistine Chapel's depiction of the realm of heaven to be divine inspiration, the clothes were added later after some complaints.

The whole concept of original sin is such that pure beings such as Adam and Eve did not even realize that they were naked until they ate the fruit of carnal knowledge.

Therefor it is canon that God likes to hang out with his wang out. Freeballin.

No pants for serious mode

I mean look at him! Jesus doesn't seem like he has much of a shot against that beast of a deity.

He looks like a thinner version of lives-in-a-van-down-by-the-river guy.

Jim Carrey comes to mind in Bruce Almighty, when he starts to say yes to every prayer and thousands win the lottery.