I see that I completely forgot to mention on my blog two years ago that I was going to be leaving for two years to serve a mission... oops. Oh well, I'm back and I just got bit by the writers bug and now I post what I wrote.
After the creation of the world, when people were still new, they yearned for that Great God who had created them just as a small child yearns for its parents. There was an aching in all hearts due to being separated from the Great God. Eventually people discovered that becoming closer to the Great God would diminish the ache, and so the people would follow their hearts towards the Great God. They found that if they paid enough attention, their hearts would tell them where to go, they would ache less when walking in a certain direction. Soon thousands started a journey to find the Great God and remove the ache. They were all heading for the same goal and so there were huge groups of people all going the same way. Soon they all met in a single place where they discovered that they could get no closer and there a city was built. It became a thriving utopia. People seemed happier there. Multitudes flocked to the city in order to feel that closeness with the Great God and many found that they couldn’t bring themselves to leave after arriving there, while others came and went without feeling a difference, their hearts becoming numb and hardened due to being away from and then ignoring the Great God.
Then came the day of the crying hearts. One morning all awoke with a terrible heaviness, a horrific anguish which dragged at their very souls. Alarmed, many traveled to the City Closest to the Great God seeking respite, but it was gone. There was no sign that it had even been there. In its place there was a waste where no life grew. It became a burden to stay there for too long, almost as if the land itself were weeping. Even to this day nothing grows there. There is of course no real record of what exactly happened, but most agree that that it seemed that the Great God had decided that he was done with the world and had chosen to leave it behind, but before doing so, stopped to bring with him his creations that were closest to him. In his absence, even the hardest of hearts cried out “Oh Great God, where are you, and why did you leave me here alone?”
Today, all are born with an ache in their hearts as we long for that being that created us and hope that someday the Great God will turn and see the sorrow of his children and return to us. Yet hearts can still become hard and many do. There are not many today whose hearts still ache for the Great God and who wish his return, and so what hope do we have that he will ever come back to us?
Yep, there it is. I'll forgo asking what you think since I doubt anyone will see this for a while since it has been two years and I figure most have forgotten that this existed.
