Parched Land

You see them everywhere. They walk around with a false smile or none at all. Their eyes don’t meet yours, or they just seem to stare right through you. They are the rebels, the rif-raf, the outcasts. Such people have always been ostracized and rejected by society, having lost all respect for other human beings. Those who feel no inner worth can see no worth in anyone else. They are never content with what they have been given in life. They are the restless outcasts, always crying out for more, but never satisfied.

This was my experience in life. My eyes always looked inwardly, towards myself. I sought those who would accept me however I was or however I wanted to be. I sought a place where I could bring others into my own restless, self-centered condition, where I felt at home to manipulate others who were like me. I wanted an environment where I was free to cast off all restraints.

With that attitude I wound up following the Grateful Dead at the age of sixteen. There I found the environment where I could get away with almost anything. I noticed that Deadheads would usually cover for each other’s lawlessness, and that seemed like a safe environment for me. Since the law seemed corrupt, we could justify our own corruption and indulge in our own selfishness.

In time I found that the parking lot scene was not the way back to the Garden — a paradise bursting forth with the good fruit of love that comes from a pure and sincere heart. It was actually quite the opposite — a haven for restless outcasts, who sought their own pleasure, regardless of the cost.

Look around you. The world is full of such people. It has been said that the rebellious dwell in a dry and parched land. What could that mean? This much I know: to love and be loved is like watering and being watered, but the rebellious and selfish heart is like the empty, dry, sun-scorched land. Such land needs a washing rain of love.

I want such love. I hate the proud, arrogant rebellion that is still so tenaciously rooted in my heart. I want to learn to yield to love in such a way that there is no cause for anyone to fear me. Perfect love casts out all fear. We shouldn’t even worry about how much we’re being loved, but rather how much we are loving.

Although this is a basic principle of life, it didn’t become clear to me until I came to know a people to whom it was revealed. I don’t know if I found them or they found me, but somehow, at just the right time, we met. After many visits to their home it became clear to me that love is what causes these people to live for and care for each other. For the first time ever I could understand that God really is love. And for the first time ever I received the courage to allow his love to penetrate me.

Now, as love finds a way into the center of my being, I can see more clearly the devastating effects that selfishness has had on me. It has hindered my ability to submit to and lift up high the good standard of love. All those selfish, rebellious ways that have been deeply rooted in mankind since the very first society on earth are now being weeded out of us by the powerful, yet gentle hands of love.

We have a big maroon and cream colored bus called Peacemaker. It should be somewhere in the parking lot on tour, or if you like, please visit us at any of the addresses in the back of this paper. Come and see whether we are for real. If you would like to meet the One who gives life and peace freely to those who hunger and thirst for it, come.
~ Jonathan

The Twelve Tribes is a confederation of twelve self-governing tribes, composed of self-governing communities. We are disciples of the Son of God whose name in Hebrew is Yahshua. We follow the pattern of the early church in Acts 2:44 and 4:32, truly believing everything that is written in the Old and New Covenants of the Bible, and sharing all things in common.

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