So. New Testament then.
Rich folk and bankers are are going to have trouble.
(What can I say? Power corrupts – no human should have this kind of power)
So. New Testament then.
Rich folk and bankers are are going to have trouble.
(What can I say? Power corrupts – no human should have this kind of power)
In that case, I’m going to hold off on the obvious prayer granting until the Christmas season. Then a rather large number of children are going to see a fat man in a red suit deliver whatever they asked the store-Santa for. Said fat man will appear on video as well. Lots of evidence of an actual Santa, acting in quasi-mysterious ways. My guess is that there will be competing sects and “religious” wars by March. 
If you’re going to get all Christian on me, then I’m going to have to call it a Gnostic god. I think I wrote Sophia upthread at some point.
But we all know it’s really Athena, who clearly took over Heaven in a hostile, occasionally violent, and very clever scheme that left the previous administration either grateful for her attention, or dismembered by one another.
This is key. I think the upper limit for ethically influencing another’s mind would be the equivalent of pointing a finger at something they otherwise might not have noticed. That is, I won’t use my power to make the girl love you - but if noticing that you’re wearing the t-shirt you earned for five consecutive years of volunteering at the pound would improve her opinion of you, I might do the magical equivalent of going “Hey, look at that guy’s shirt!” How she responds is up to her.
Sure does sound like too much chance of wasting a perfectly good wish?
Dammit, cat, I sure wish you wouldn’t make so much mess around your litter box.
<POOF>
Clean floor.
Um, God, I appreciate the thought, but you know, there’s larger issues I could have used your freaking help with, instead of just ignoring me!
No choice in the matter, huh? I’m listening for the first prayer that says something along the lines of, “Grant me knowledge of your nature, God,” and I’m granting it. Then the prayer that grants that knowledge to everyone in the city: granted. God may not like to be worshipped, but if she’s fucking around with humanity, especially through so fallible a vessel as myself, folks have a right to know. Smite me if you want to, Ralphie.
Meanwhile, I’m praying that I know the exact parameters of this ability: none of this trial-and-error nonsense.
I meant the trial & error bit to be that the only way to really learn the power is to use it. You can’t learn how to swim by reading the Wikipedia article on it, after all, no matter how good the diagrams are.
That’s fine, but I’m praying for something specific: whenever I consider granting a prayer, I’ll know exactly how long it’d take the power to recharge afterwards. If granting this prayer means I have no power left over for the rest of the year, oh well, Ralphie, you sure got me there! Guess I’m out of a job.
I think that’s within the bounds of trial & error. You’re just not getting a 1000-page chart showing you every possible permutation.
Ah, I see. I figured it was because Ralph wanted to say, “Okay, you just cured that dude’s impotence, but now you can’t cure anyone’s cancer for the next six months–ha ha, gotcha!”
This sounds like Lucifer in disguise, in his role as Tempter. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
That leads directly to a smiting.