Like most depictions of god, we're given free will. I think he didn't because no one requested it, and that's the bottom line. At least he follows some rules. No interference unless asked. Or something like that.

[Hanna blows on the hot chocolate flask, unsure how much good that does, but gets a good sip of it anyways.]

By the way, Trevor's your warden, right? You think you could do a favor for me?