I haven’t been high in a long time.
You know your perception of poverty and loss? When people are scraping under nails to find something to eat?…… or for something green or paper under the table to make ends meet? Being rolled around in search of something higher?
Well imagine a world of freedom, bicycles and skateboards, and only the outdoors. A place where everyday is a barbecue, the light is the sun, the sky is your tent, and the warmth of a lighter is accompanied by the roll of the leaves whistling through the breeze as we burn our days away. Freedom!
Where the dryness sucks in public sympathy, and everyone just brings and brings. No need to ever buy toiletries. “They will build our potties and sinks, there will be water to wash and drink ourselves back to consciousness, then we catch people staring at us, as they crash their cars in confidence, wondering why any of us are really impaired.”
In this place we feel homeless and lost, but everyone sees, and knows where to find us. I don’t really live there, but it’s a place where I find myself a lot, even in my thoughts, because that’s where I find my brothers and sisters.
Tent City, it’s a beautiful mine of souls, waiting for the revival we paint on the outside gates to finally explode. Surrounded by churches, yet thirsty, as everyone waits for a solution to this society’s unaddressed pain. Centuries of hate, grown into generations of waste. In our numbed down hearts we have chosen to escape from the truth that can never truly be reconciled by food, tents, porta-potties or heroine. There is a brokenness that reaches deeper than our wait for justice. A lot of us want to be high, or just happy, but no one has ever truly tasted the pure buzz that comes with forgiveness. It’s a great awakening… it’s the reason that the prodigal son stopped eating the pig food and sleeping, while rolling in mud. It’s knowing that you can come back, and everything that was taken will fully be restored. Wouldn’t that knowledge slipping out, make the enemy mad? He needs more distractions for car accidents, more wood for the fire in hell. He will make you think you are doing well when you are really spending your days digging through empty wells. If you chose this passive path, you are really killing yourself.
Tent City may come with it’s luxuries, but it’s really costing us all our spiritual health. One day we will all be questioned, did we really try to pierce through when we had the light? Some will say they had water, food and the sun, some of us know the truth because the true Son lives in our hearts.
When a kingdom of darkness is being built, and believers just stand, drive by and watch still, it takes more for the good Samaritan to just come and clean the blood, we need to restore, that’s why Jesus came in and bled for us.
Where does our true high to live come from ? Are we living to go to work, and church, and back, and school, and the gym and back and the hospital, and the politics, and the back and forth, and ourselves, are we only drawing back ? Are we living for God and the greater good of others, or are we living for our own comfort and pleasures? The difference in that answer stands the wall dividing the reality of Tent City and tells us Who’s really watching? And which one of us on either side truly has peace?
“We are all homeless, everyone of us… Homeless making our way back home to Christ.”
Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. Mathew 16:14
Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. Colossians 3:2