1850
Johnathan looks into the heavens above. He smiled a pleasent glow in his eyes. He folded his hands and uttered a prayer.
He prayed not for his family, church, or even this, the wonderful town of Salt Lake City.
No, Johnathan prayed for the poor souls out on the plains.
In the desert, they could barely find water for irrigation or drinking. The summers boiled, the winters were crop-killing, but the Latter Day Saints had found a place away from the Insect cloud of Sin destroying agriculture East of the Mountains.
Just a few years before, God had driven some pests away with a swarm of Gulls, ensuring Salt Lake City was a Land for these Men and their families.
No such luck for the settlers back east.
Locusts repeatedly attacked them once every five or so years. From what Johnathan heard, God was so displeased with these people, that the locusts took children to his Heavenly palace.
Many people, from the foothills of the Rockies to the Mississipi River, were begining to starve.
No one deserved to be tortured in such a way, Johnathan thought.
He stood up, and surveyed the meadow of sparse shrub he stood in. He turned around and returned Home.
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ASB?
Off course. Ignore this and move on with your lives
Johnathan looks into the heavens above. He smiled a pleasent glow in his eyes. He folded his hands and uttered a prayer.
He prayed not for his family, church, or even this, the wonderful town of Salt Lake City.
No, Johnathan prayed for the poor souls out on the plains.
In the desert, they could barely find water for irrigation or drinking. The summers boiled, the winters were crop-killing, but the Latter Day Saints had found a place away from the Insect cloud of Sin destroying agriculture East of the Mountains.
Just a few years before, God had driven some pests away with a swarm of Gulls, ensuring Salt Lake City was a Land for these Men and their families.
No such luck for the settlers back east.
Locusts repeatedly attacked them once every five or so years. From what Johnathan heard, God was so displeased with these people, that the locusts took children to his Heavenly palace.
Many people, from the foothills of the Rockies to the Mississipi River, were begining to starve.
No one deserved to be tortured in such a way, Johnathan thought.
He stood up, and surveyed the meadow of sparse shrub he stood in. He turned around and returned Home.
__________________
ASB?
Off course. Ignore this and move on with your lives
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