Our church taught us that we all had super powers. Nine super powers, to be exact. These were called “The Nine Gifts of the Holy Spirit” and were imparted to us by “the laying on of hands of the elders”. Of course, some people could operate them before the mystical men touched them and murmured words over them in the special coming-of-age ceremony.
This ceremony is especially important in these near-end times. We need as many mutants as possible to win the war.
These super-powers are taken from 1 Corinthians 12:
1. The gift of wisdom, verse 8
2. The gift of knowledge, verse 8
3. The gift of discernment, verse 10
4. The gift of faith, verse 9
5. The gift of healing, verse 9
6. The gift of working of miracles, 9
7. The gift of prophecy, verse 10
8. The gift of tongues, verse 10
9. The gift of the interpretation of tongues, verse 10
(Aside: I do think some people are naturally wise, intuitive or good with languages.)
Our church loosed mostly teens empowered with their new gifts. Holy Spirit power.
Everyone was given the gift of prophesy. Church meetings would dissolve into a super-power display. I think extra points were given per misuse of King Jame’s English and the syllable Ah. It was like our tattoo, marking those who belonged.
Faith was another popular power. This one is used mostly on Facebook where people encourage all their friends to have faith. It is also popular in kid movies about fairies and witches. Deviant super-powers at work.
I never met anyone with the miracle superpower. That didn’t stop the faith power people from declaring events they liked to be miracles. It also didn’t stop us from all wanting that power. Oh the possibilities…
I was a healer power. This meant I was expected to put my hands on people if they were sick. I liked this one, since I am a touchy-huggy person. I used to imagine once this superpower got really strong I could walk into a hospital, unleash the power, and bam! Yep, I could eliminate the national debt over health care costs, although without birth control this one might be more fatal. Basically, I went around hugging people and giving back massages. Somehow, my supernatural powers couldn’t match the massage therapists’.
A friend of mine was told he had the gift of discernment. He promptly went around reading people’s minds. He did this to me on occasion and even once got a church authority involved over my supposed questionable motives in being nice to someone. His revelations of what I was thinking not once matched what I actually thought but did give me insights into his mind. Of course, would he believe me when I corrected him? Who was he going to believe, fallible me or God?
“God told me what you are thinking, I don’t know why He forgot to tell you”
Like the other X-men, we were a subgroup, distinct from mere humans. While some were Purifiers, most of us weren’t that afraid of the society around us but we knew we had extra powers and special responsibilities. We were in a war, after all.