Actually, as described, I think Scylla is missing the point about miracles. Miracles (as described in Biblical and other texts) are not magic powers. The Flash can run at super-speed, and Aquaman can talk to fish. They can do this over and over.
That’s NOT how miracles were set up. Most miracles were a one-time only event. I mean, you don’t see Moses putting out a sign, “Seas split, reasonable fees.” Long lines of people petitioning Joshua to trumpet down various walls (“Hey, Joshua, we want to widen the room, we need to take out the connecting wall, can you come over with your trumpets?”)
“OK, Daniel, we saw you survive THAT lion’s den, but we want you to do it again for the press. And you’re scheduled to sit down with some lions on Leno.”
Esprix: I can’t do that. But I can change a container of Nutella and some incense into three or four fairly powerful orgasms. Want to come over to my place some time for a barbecue? I’ll provide the caulif - um, steak.
All right, I’ll bite.
I guess if I saw Scylla perform his miracle on TV, I’d assume it wasn’t live, and had been altered in some way. If I was given enough assurrances and proof (somehow) that it was inded live, I’d assume one of two things: either A) that Scylla was performing some sort of sleight of hand or it was a camera trick on the order of when David Copperfield makes big things like the Statue of Liberty disappear on live TV; or B) someone had developed a new CGI program that allowed you to alter the picture as it went out.
The testimony of the world’s best scientists wouldn’t assure me of anything. I would assume they were in on the scam, no matter their credentials.
If I saw Scylla perform his miracle right before my very eyes, in person, or if he let me hold one end of the porkchop while he held the other, and I saw it and felt it shift and change and become a banana, I’d decide one of two things:
Somehow, I’d been hypnotized.
Or, more plausibly, that I was a schizophrenic who had lost touch with reality, and that my mind had replaced that reality with craziness.
I would think all of these things not because I don’t believe in God or miracles, but because I don’t believe in a God who would give Scylla, of all freakin’ people, such a dumb ability.
