Rebellion on Aquore, Chapter 2, Mistakes Made Part 1

Tarren quietly opened the door to the orphanage and sneaked inside. He yawned and looked at the clock on the wall, which read four twenty. Six stops after the meeting, and none of the shops in the area had any openings. All of them had cousins or friends that might be hiring, but those only led to wild goose chases all across town, and rumors of jobs on other planets. He was going to have to seriously consider taking a job at one of the mines, whatever Eugene said. That was for after getting some sleep though, Eugene was going to be pounding on Tarren’s door soon.

Tarren crept up the stairs, being careful to skip the fifth step from the bottom, because that one squeaked loudly enough to wake the neighbors. Once he reached the top of the stairs he turned to the first door to the right, and opened it. He pulled his shirt and pants off and threw them into a pile of clothes. That reminded him that Sunday was laundry day, so he was going to be up to his elbows in suds tomorrow, but he could worry about that after he got some sleep too. Tarran closed the door, blocking off the light that Eugene always left on for the kids in case they had to get up during the night, shuffled over to his bed, and collapsed on it.

A knock sounded on his door and he groaned. It felt like he had just closed his eyes. Eugene pushed the door open and stuck his head inside with a big smile on his face. “Time to get up and get the kids ready for church, Tarren! I’ll go and get some oatmeal started for breakfast!”

Tarren held his hand up over his mouth to cover up a yawn. “How did your meeting go with Frederick last night? Is he going to loan us the money?”

Eugene shuffled his feet. “Yes, but there were some conditions attached to it, since he believes we’ll have a tough time repaying the loan.”

Tarren nodded his head. “Which we most likely will. What were the conditions?”

Eugene looked away. “It’s something that we can discuss later. For now, just get the kids ready and bring them down for breakfast.” Eugene turned and walked back down the stairs.

Tarren yawned again and reached up to pull on the string connected to the light in the middle of the ceiling. He looked at his good Sunday clothes hanging up on the wall, and shook his head. There was some more money that could be used to feed the orphans. That suit must have cost enough to buy a dozen loaves of bread! Eugene insisted that every child have one nice set of clothes to wear on Sundays, even if most of them were quite old hand-me-downs.

Tarren got out of bed and threw his shirt from last night on. He walked down the stairs into the kitchen, and out the back door. He grabbed the metal bucket hanging on the hand-powered water pump, and started pumping water into it. Once it was full Tarren carried it back inside and upstairs. He stopped at the linen closet and pulled out a towel and a washcloth and continued on to the bathroom.

Once he was in the bathroom he stripped down and started to wash himself with the washcloth. Once he was done he put the washcloth back into the bucket and toweled himself off. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked back into the hallway, down to the door to the room right next to his where the youngest children slept. “Good morning, everyone! It’s time to get up and get ready for church!”

The young children, the oldest being a ten year old boy named Wilson, started jumping up and down on their beds cheering. “Yay, it’s church day, it’s church day!”

Tarren was jealous of their enthusiasm. I bet I’d be that energetic if I had managed to get enough sleep last night. Where do they get so much energy from? Tarren smiled at them. “That’s right, now it’s time to get cleaned up before having breakfast.” Tarren lead them into the bathroom, cleaned the kids, dried them off, got them dressed, and sent them downstairs for Eugene to feed them.

Tarren went and put his Sunday clothes on before moving on to the older kids, who went into the bathroom one at a time, each claiming they were too old to be cleaned in public. Tarren sat outside of the bathroom door to ensure that none of them went over their ten minute time limit. An hour and a half later, all of the children were washed, dressed, and downstairs enjoying a meal of oatmeal, milk, and leftover bread. Shortly after that, Eugene and Tarren herded them all out of the door and on their way to church.

Eugene started singing some Psalms from the bible, as he did every week. Eugene led them, and the kids replied in turn. “Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.”

The children replied, “His love endures forever.”

“Give thanks to the God of gods.”

“His love endures forever.”

“Give thanks to the Lord of lords.”

“His love endures forever.”

“To him who alone does great wonders.”

“His love endures forever.”

“Who by his understanding made the heavens.”

“His love endures forever.”

“Who spread out the earth upon the waters.”

“His love endures forever.”

“Who made the great lights.”

“His love endures forever.”

“The sun to govern the day.”

“His love endures forever.”

“The moon and the stars to govern the night.”

“His love endures forever.”

The church came into view down the road, and piano music poured out of the open doors of the building and down the road. The children cheered and broke into sprints into the building, and Eugene and Tarren hurried after them.


After the service the kids went to the Sunday school class that Eugene teached, and Tarren stayed in the sanctuary to help the pastor organize and clean up from the service. The pastor looked up from bulletins that he was picking up off of the floor to look at Tarren. “So, Tarren, how are things going at the orphanage?”

Tarren paused his sweeping and sighed. “Not well, Pastor Gary. The government is reducing our funding, we have more kids than ever before, and the cost of everything is going up. I don’t know how much longer we’ll be able to make it at this rate.”

Pastor Gary smiled at Tarren. “Sounds like you have some praying to do then, Tarren.”

Tarren shook his head. “No offense, Pastor Gary, but what good is praying going to do us? Is it going to bring us more food? Provide us with the money that we need? Or possibly make the government change their policies, or reduce the cost of goods? Prayer isn’t going to help us.”

Gary’s face turned completely serious. “That’s exactly what prayer will do, Tarren, if you combine it with a little bit of faith. God puts us in situations, like the one that you are in right now, where it seems like it’s impossible for us to make it through, and it is… on our own. God wants us to put our faith in Him, to trust his promise to take care of us and provide for our needs so that He can grow us.”

“I’m pretty sure that Eugene has enough faith for all of us, and he had to go and get another loan from Frederick with some terrible cost that Eugene is too scared to tell me about. I’m afraid that I don’t see God working too much in our problem.”

“God works out everything for His purposes, Tarren, and everything in its season. When you get to the point where you have no other choice but to trust in Him, where nothing else can possibly explain how your needs were met, that’s when you will see Him work. Try having a little faith in something other than the rebellion, Tarren.”

“At least I can see that the rebellion is trying to make a difference, pastor.”

Gary shook his head. “I obviously can’t tell you what to do Tarren, but if I give you some verses to meditate on, will you at least look them over and think about it?”

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Which verses is it this time?”

“I want you to look at Isaiah chapter 40:26-31, Romans 8:28, and Matthew 6:25-34, and consider what is being said in those verses. We can talk more about this after you’ve had a chance to study them a bit.”

Thank you for checking out my story, if you liked this and want to see more of it, come back on Wednesday when I will publish part two, and check out the other stories I’m working on writing, here: Tales of the Imagination, check out my facebook page connect with me and give me some feedback: Facebook, and follow me on Twitter here: @EJBorchardt. Please like, comment, and tell your friends if you like what you’ve read.Also, if you enjoy reading my stories, and you enjoy drawing, I’m looking for pictures of my characters. If you want to send me your fan art, I promise to include it with some of my posts! I look forward to seeing that art!


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