God fanfic?
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Millions of peoples’ prayers filled his head every day. Starving children begging for food. Mothers with sick children willing them to live. He even got non religious prayers. Every wish upon a star, every dream that people had came to him. Thousands of languages filled his head, regardless of the colour of their skin, or what God they believed in, or if they believed in God at all. There was only Him.
It broke Him down sometimes. The horror of it all. He had given them movement and they had wars. He had given them speech and they insulted and blasphemed. He had given them hope and they crushed it. When He gave them freedom, of the heart and mind and body, they killed and raped and tortured. So He gave them illness, and people looked after each other. He gave them earthquakes and tsunamis and volcanoes and humans gathered in their thousands and millions to offer money and aid. He knew everything, yet the behaviour of this race was foreign to Him. He knew what would happen, the physical things and decisions made, but he did not know why. Some of the prayers offered up to him broke his heart. Girls, after being raped, begged to feel normal again. He tried to offer what comfort he could without changing them forever. Some things the human mind cannot recover from. Young children would plead for their parents to live- “Please God, please don’t let my daddy die.” Sometimes he helped, but other times he had to stand by. Sometimes a person’s time was just up, and it was better that way. That knowledge didn’t stop him from feeling the same grief every time someone died.
But this, this was beyond comprehension. The thoughts of one man, full of hatred and jealousy and rage and such determination. All the man wanted was death, on an unimaginable scale. He watched in horror as the man built camps, hired doctors and scientists to do his evil bidding. He wanted to stop it, and He had the power to do so, but He had to give the man a chance. He had made humans to be inherently good. The man had it in him to change, and He had to give him that chance. He knew what would happen though. The problems of being omniscient. The man wouldn’t change, he couldn’t, too consumed was he with the lust for power. The man was still mortal though, no matter how inhuman his thoughts were, and He could still take care of him. It would barely take a thought, not even a snap of his fingers and the man would be gone, freeing the world of his thoughts of destruction. It would only take one second.
But He thought of the entire human race. A race that, when threatened with something terrible, bonded together to stop it. This was a disaster that could unite the whole world. Men and women, all over the earth, fighting to stop Evil. Fighting for Good. Not in the name of religion, or in the name of God, but in the name of humanity. That would be a beautiful thing indeed. But it was not that knowledge that stopped Him.
He had made humans to be free. They had been given freedom as a gift, to release them from his bounds. To see if when they didn’t need to believe they would, and when they didn’t need to be good, they would continue to fight for peace. He couldn’t give them freedom, but then stop them when he didn’t like what they did with it. It would be like giving a man a gun to protect himself with, but then taking it back if he used it. He couldn’t interfere, changing the way He had meant everything to be for one man. No. He had made the human race free, and he would not take that away from them. It was only a matter of time before people would stand up to this man, and when they did, they would be victorious. After all, they would have the power of God on their side.
Millions of peoples’ prayers filled his head every day. Starving children begging for food. Mothers with sick children willing them to live. He even got non religious prayers. Every wish upon a star, every dream that people had came to him. Thousands of languages filled his head, regardless of the colour of their skin, or what God they believed in, or if they believed in God at all. There was only Him.
It broke Him down sometimes. The horror of it all. He had given them movement and they had wars. He had given them speech and they insulted and blasphemed. He had given them hope and they crushed it. When He gave them freedom, of the heart and mind and body, they killed and raped and tortured. So He gave them illness, and people looked after each other. He gave them earthquakes and tsunamis and volcanoes and humans gathered in their thousands and millions to offer money and aid. He knew everything, yet the behaviour of this race was foreign to Him. He knew what would happen, the physical things and decisions made, but he did not know why. Some of the prayers offered up to him broke his heart. Girls, after being raped, begged to feel normal again. He tried to offer what comfort he could without changing them forever. Some things the human mind cannot recover from. Young children would plead for their parents to live- “Please God, please don’t let my daddy die.” Sometimes he helped, but other times he had to stand by. Sometimes a person’s time was just up, and it was better that way. That knowledge didn’t stop him from feeling the same grief every time someone died.
But this, this was beyond comprehension. The thoughts of one man, full of hatred and jealousy and rage and such determination. All the man wanted was death, on an unimaginable scale. He watched in horror as the man built camps, hired doctors and scientists to do his evil bidding. He wanted to stop it, and He had the power to do so, but He had to give the man a chance. He had made humans to be inherently good. The man had it in him to change, and He had to give him that chance. He knew what would happen though. The problems of being omniscient. The man wouldn’t change, he couldn’t, too consumed was he with the lust for power. The man was still mortal though, no matter how inhuman his thoughts were, and He could still take care of him. It would barely take a thought, not even a snap of his fingers and the man would be gone, freeing the world of his thoughts of destruction. It would only take one second.
But He thought of the entire human race. A race that, when threatened with something terrible, bonded together to stop it. This was a disaster that could unite the whole world. Men and women, all over the earth, fighting to stop Evil. Fighting for Good. Not in the name of religion, or in the name of God, but in the name of humanity. That would be a beautiful thing indeed. But it was not that knowledge that stopped Him.
He had made humans to be free. They had been given freedom as a gift, to release them from his bounds. To see if when they didn’t need to believe they would, and when they didn’t need to be good, they would continue to fight for peace. He couldn’t give them freedom, but then stop them when he didn’t like what they did with it. It would be like giving a man a gun to protect himself with, but then taking it back if he used it. He couldn’t interfere, changing the way He had meant everything to be for one man. No. He had made the human race free, and he would not take that away from them. It was only a matter of time before people would stand up to this man, and when they did, they would be victorious. After all, they would have the power of God on their side.