Beam us all up, Scotty!

Religion has, as its only redeeming feature, a rewards-based incentive for socially acceptable individual behaviour.
It's an ingenious con-trick that attempts to suppress the inherent selfishness of each living creature, lubricating the frictions and irritations of coexistence on a crowded planet.
It is also a pretty good lurk for personal enrichment.

For the gullible and frightened, it is neither here nor there that the rewards are nebulous (eternal life in paradise, forty virgins etc). They may be fanciful, but cannot be disproven.

Chuck in a bit of threat - fire and brimstone diet for eternity anybody? - and the average punter might occasionally reflect on the wisdom of having it off with his neighbour's missus or jacking off outside the local primary school or taking a pot-shot with a high-powered rifle at some annoying bastard who thoroughly deserves it.

But the advisors to our Pentecostal Prime Minister would be well advised to have a quiet word with their boss, and point out that leaping about in public like a lottery winner, celebrating  the news that he's going to be beamed up in the imminent End Times and we aren't, so "nah nah na nah nah, I'm going and you're not" is unlikely to improve his appeal to the average voter.