Welcome to the first religion where the godhead figure gives zero fucks about you, your life or anything but sweet, delicious fruit.
You can pray to him if you want and if you get your wish, praise Jinky! If you don't get your wish it wasn't in his plan for you, or maybe he was distracted by papaya. Praise Jinky anyway! He doesn't care either way. He only requires the stalest and most cancerous of memes, pics of fruit and his lesser cousins among the batty races.
Blessings of Jinky be upon you.