Many of
the Level Ones shifted uncomfortably, including Elizabeth .
What would they be forced to do to prove their trust? The older members in the room did not move
even an inch. They simply looked
serenely at Pastor Jeffrey, who continued, “I want each of you to write your
biggest secret down on your piece of paper and fold it in half. I will give you the rest of the instructions
when everyone has accomplished this step.”
I
sometimes miss my old self. And I almost
always miss the old Jacqueline.
She folded her slip of paper in half
and looked resolutely forward. Pastor
Jeffrey waited until every member was done writing before motioning that
everyone should stand.
In a single file line, the members
in the room followed Pastor Jeffrey out of the room. He led them down the hall, out a side door,
and into the residential colony. Elizabeth had never been
out among the small cottages that made up the residential portion of the
colony. They were uniformly white, with
no decorations except numbers on the front.
There were several rows of these, built around a small empty area in the
middle. Just beyond the white cottages, Elizabeth could spy the
wall that kept the residents safe from the outside world’s dangerous influence.
“Welcome to the colony square,”
Pastor Simon said as they approached.
There was a large cross sitting in the middle of a bed of red roses in
the center of the decently sized space of grass. In front of this cross was a small fire
pit. A fire was already blazing. “Please sit in front of the fire.”
The single file line became a blob,
as the members found seats on the grass in front of the pit. Having sat, Elizabeth finally got the chance to look
around her. She suddenly noticed that
the square was surrounded by the older members of the church—those in their
late twenties and thirties—and who she assumed to be colony residents. A few younger faces were sprinkled in among these.
“As is said in Galatians, chapter
six, verse two, ‘Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of
Christ.’ We must carry each other’s
burdens in order to be a successful church family—meaning there must be no
secrets among us,” Pastor Jeffrey explained.
“With that in mind, you will each walk up here, read your secret aloud
to the colony. After announcing your
secret, you will throw your paper in the fire.
This publicly demonstrates your trust in your fellow Children as well as
the absence of secrets among our family.”
Elizabeth and Morgan exchanged a
nervous glance. Wasn’t the point of
secrets that they should stay secret? Breaking
off the glance, Elizabeth looked down at her own hands, which were beginning to
shake with anxiety.
One by one, each member made his or
her way to the front of the group. Each
of the Level Ones was clearly nervous and many could not find their voices at
all. The older members who went up did
not so much as blink as they read off their secrets. One by one, each secret was placed into the
fire.
Sandra went up right before Elizabeth . Standing confidently in front of the group,
she read off her strip of paper, “I was worried that Elizabeth wouldn’t join the Children, but I
was proud when she did. Now I worry
every day that she will leave us, but I know her strength and belief is much
stronger than that.” Sandra locked eyes
with Elizabeth, who blushed. Of course
Sandra’s secret was about the church instead of being solely about herself.
Once Sandra put her secret in the
fire and made it back to her seat, she gave Elizabeth a nudge. Stumbling slightly, Elizabeth made her way to the front of the
group. Can I change my secret without anyone knowing? she thought. No,
that would be dishonest and everyone would probably figure it out. The walk to the fire seemed to take an
eternity, but she finally made it and turned around. At least a hundred eyes were staring straight
back at her, waiting.
“I…” she paused, looking from Sandra
to Pastor Jeffrey. Sandra gave her a
nod. “I…sometimes miss my old self,” she
finally read in a small voice. “And I
almost always miss the old Jacqueline.”
With that, she bent down, placed the paper in the fire, and walked back
to her spot in the group. When she sat
down, she could feel Sandra’s eyes and disappointment boring into her, but Elizabeth merely continued
to stare at her hands.
After the last person had placed
their secret in the fire, Pastor Jeffrey returned to the front of the group and
addressed everyone, including the colony residents. “As we have seen tonight, secrets are strong
things. The younger you are in your
relationship with the Children, the more self-centered your secrets tend to be. I didn’t hear a single Level One express
anything but doubt and resistance. The
older members, I’m sure everyone noticed, were more concerned about the
well-being of the church and the eternal souls of their fellow Roses. With that in mind, I want every Level One
here to devote themselves to five more hours of prayer this week. I also want the older members and those
residents of our colony to spend extra time praying for the souls of our young
Children here. Pray that they learn to
understand what it truly means to be a Rose and that their focus turns from
themselves and their feelings to what is best for the church. Let us bow our heads.”
On cue, everyone bowed their heads
and grasped hands with their neighbors. Elizabeth ’s hands were
still shaking, and she could swear that she could feel Sandra’s disappointment
radiating off the hand she was holding.
Unaware of how much time had passed, and having only paid attention to a
fraction of what Pastor Jeffrey said during his prayer, Elizabeth finally
responded, “Amen,” with the rest of the members and stood to leave. She gave a faint smile and small wave to
Derek before Sandra grabbed her wrist and began leading her back to the car.
“Don’t make me give you the Derek
speech again,” Sandra said sternly. “I
want to talk to you alone, on the way back to the car.”
“But what about—” Elizabeth began.
Sandra cut her off. “And Delia’s talking to Morgan. They’ll meet us at the car, don’t worry. I truly meant what I said in my secret. I think you’re far stronger and have more
belief than you realize. But you can’t
start missing how you or Jacqueline were before. You’re better now than before you joined
us. You might not realize it now, but
this journey you’re taking, while hard, is so necessary and special. You have to realize that you are going to
struggle, you might even hurt sometimes, but your eternal soul is far more
important than those momentary trials.
Understand?”
“Good,” Sandra continued. “Now, I
was very disappointed by your secret.
Like Pastor Jeffrey said, you need to start focusing on the well-being
of the church over the happiness of yourself.
While I said I was hoping you would baptize and was worried you wouldn’t
and that I’m now sometimes worried that you’ll leave—which I know you won’t,
right?—my feelings are because I know you need the Children and the Children
need you. It’s not for my own
happiness. To get you to focus more on
yourself, I’m adding on another two hours of prayer tonight before bed.”
“Pastor Jeffrey already gave us five
extra hours of prayer this week!” Elizabeth
suddenly cried, looking at Sandra with shock.
“I know, and I’m adding this on top
of those five hours. I want you to pray
for two extra hours tonight and you had better be honest with me when I ask you
if you accomplished this simple task.
You need to pray more to get rid of those doubts in your mind. You need to pray more to mature and realize
that you and Jacqueline are better off with the Children.” She looked at Elizabeth sternly. “You will do this, right?”
“Yes,” Elizabeth said reluctantly. “I’ll do the extra prayer hours tonight.”
By this time, they had arrived back
at the car and the two girls waited in silence for Delia and Morgan, who
arrived only a couple minutes later.
Morgan looked as chastised as Elizabeth
felt. Neither girls made eye contact
with each other, but stared at their shoes while their Rose Angels faced them
and began to talk again.
“We’re this tough on you because we
care,” Delia said. “We want you to spend
eternity in Heaven, with us and the rest of the Children, and Satan is going to
test you, but you must rise above the doubts and sins.”
“It’s clear to us, however, that
you’re both maturing in your faith from the way you handled yourselves in the
secrets exercise,” Sandra said. “It’s a
hard exercise for some of the Level Ones.
It’s important that you have enough trust in your fellow Roses and you
have enough belief in the Children that you put your secrets out there
willingly. With this, we have some very good
news for the two of you!” Sandra flashed
the two girls a bright smile. Both
Elizabeth and Morgan finally looked up.
“You’re both ready to move up to Level Two!”
“When?” Morgan asked.
“That’s not your concern. You should just be happy to know that you’ve
been deemed ready to move up in the Children of the Rose and you will find out
in due time when the ceremony will take place.
Just do your prayers this week, otherwise we might decide you’re not
mature enough to move up after all,” Delia said harshly.
The drive home was almost perfectly
silent. Morgan and Elizabeth didn’t dare
speak a word to each other in front of Sandra or Delia, at least not
tonight. Once Elizabeth got home and had returned safely to
her room without being intercepted by a single family member, she sat down at
her desk and pulled out her journal.
March 29
Just
got back from another youth group meeting, this one more intense than the last
one. Sandra told me that I’m ready to
move up to the next level in the Children (Morgan too), which is really
exciting. I hope I don’t disappoint her
any more. It seems like my immaturity in
being a Rose either annoys or embarrasses her sometimes. I guess it’s like how I feel around my
younger siblings—their immaturity can get on my nerves a lot. I should stop writing now, though. I’m tired and I have to fit in two extra
hours of prayer tonight before falling asleep.
I'm really enjoying the story so far and now it sounds like things are getting ready to be kicked up a notch. I was especially interested in reading about your research process. Something as intimate as cultism must be difficult to capture, especially if you don't have the personal experience, but you're doing a great job showing the progression into the mindset.
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