A poor man had a wooden image of a god and used to pray to it daily for riches. He did this for a long time, but remained as poor as ever, till one day he caught up the image in disgust and hurled it with all his might against the wall. The force of the blow split open the head and quite many gold coins fell out on the floor. The man gathered them up greedily, and said, “You old fraud, you! When I honoured you, you did me no good whatever, but no sooner do I treat you to insults and violence than you make a rich man of me!”
People expect religion to give them profit.