Yeh, my ancestor was the first Archbishop of the Church of England and was burned at the stake as a heretic when Catholic Mary took the throne years later. It was a revolving door. Ironically, it was the reason his descendants formed an Anglican colony in Maine in 1624.
Wow, what a story - you should write about it!
As for God, sometimes I feel for Him. I mean, think about it. Every single time He tries to explain how human beings should live, they listen, contemplate His teachings, and then look at Him and say, "So, like, the people who don't know this - we can kill them, right?"