I like Phat's idea that we get an audience with him. After I'd picked my jaw up off the floor I like to think I'd kick him in the nuts, or at least offer some suggestions for improvement.
Alternatively he'd send me to heaven for using the brain he gave me to ask questions and dealing as honestly as I could with this bizarre experience called existence.
Or he'd send me to hell for blasphemy, idolatry, pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed and sloth. Oh and lust.