Believing in a god is a stretch at best for any critical thinker or person indoctrinated by Monty Python films.
A slightly better approach to entice the brain dead to hand over cash to these immoral, free loading, tax dodging churches would be to take a more believable approach.
Say your god is a bit touched, downsy perhaps, a god starved of oxygen at birth. Admit he couldn’t get a consistent version of the gospels written down, and that the problem of knees was a bit too much to sort, that he accidentally picked a paedo and a hippy magician as two of his prophets. He has alot going on, but overall, he is doing a pretty good job right? He has been busy ensuring no killer asteroids hit us after he accidentally shattered a few planets on the celestial floor when he was drunkenly making this solar system.
A less outlandish claim is a more realistic claim, and it might stop a few crises of faith caused by watching all those people die from malaria when you remember your priest saying He misjudged by thinking the immense amount of satisfaction gained from people slapping a mosquito on their arm was probably going to outweigh the sweaty headache deaths of millions.