God either doesn’t care or is an idiot, given how many stupid tricks those monks played on them.

“If you roll the meat up inside a pasta dough, god can’t see we’re eating meat!”

“Waterfowl? Definitely fish, what else could it be? Same as beavers actually.”

“If you’re sick, meat is fine. Brother Paul, you seem pale. Have some lamb.”

“God made fish and poultry on the same day, making them basically the same.”

If god existed/did give a fuck/whatever, they would thunderstrike them up their asses on a sunny day.