Set Free to Love at Last

The energy, vision, and passion of the “Children of the ’60s” will never be forgotten. It was like being in an airplane sitting on the runway with everyone getting high while waiting to take off, high on the “summer of love,” the hope of a better world, and an awakening of our consciousness that filled our hearts with joy. As we looked out the windows we seemed to be moving down the runway in the mist of the smoke that ascended from our water pipes. As the music played and songs filled the air, everyone kept assuring us that the plane would lift off at any moment.

But that moment never came. Looking out the windows when the smoke cleared, there we were, still on the ground. The slow, painful realization that the Movement didn’t happen caused most ’60s children to write it off as a mere “passage,” “just another phase of life.” A question that haunts our souls if we care enough to let it is, “Why did the Movement never really ’take off’ despite the commitment and zeal of a whole generation?”

To be Honest

Many of us who write this paper came from an “alternative lifestyle.” Dissatisfied with what was called a normal life, we searched for something different.

All around us we saw corruption, insincerity, unfaithfulness, and destruction. We strove to find peace and enlightenment. We longed to find love, friendship, and satisfaction. Sadly, we could not find our dreams. Disappointment always seemed to follow our attempts no matter how close we thought we’d come.

Some of us even appeared to have made it - to be “authentic.” We thought we had finally found satisfaction. But sadly, despite how we might have seemed, the reality of what we longed for always escaped our grasp.

It didn’t take long for us to see through the futility of the normal life, but the more we lived on the fringes of society the more we came to see how much of that society was still in us.

Yeah, most of us made claims to profess to know what love was, or that we understood what the truth was, or that we really had the answers others looked for. But it would be more honest to say that the more we examined the fruit of our lives, the less we had confidence to say anything or to even want to. It was easy to point the finger, but somehow it ended up pointing right back at us.

So many of us have come from broken relationships caused by our inability to love and be loyal; and most of us are well acquainted with the disillusionment of trying to find peace through one form of religion or another. All of us carry the scars from how our own corruption hurt others, and their corruption hurt us.

It didn’t matter how beautiful our surroundings were. It wasn’t enough to cover up our selfish hearts. We were a generation that tried to live out the “New Age” without a new heart. A lot of times all we were left with was pretense, and we found ourselves returning to the society we had never really left.

One thing I can say (despite our performance) is that we did sincerely desire to find love lived out.

Isn’t it deep within everyone’s heart - a desire for love and peace on this planet?

Once we saw our true condition and our inability to change, all we were left with was more of an image than anything else. The sad thing is that when you’re different, others look to you as an example and don’t realize you’re just as lost as they are. Sometimes “the show must go on” for the sake of appearances, if you know what I mean. So we settled for a counterfeit lifestyle and lived alternative lives in alternative houses without really changing on the inside.

What would it be like to be the same on the inside as the outside?

Burnt out by trying to save the trees or trying to stop the mining along with all our many other causes, we woke up a little to the reality of our own lives as our husbands and wives left us. Whatever we were left with was little comfort to us.

We had not come together. The Movement never got off the ground. Actually, it had died long before most of us had even gotten on the bus. We had been more drawn to an image rather than a reality of a life. Our own greed, lust, selfishness, insecurity, and guilt prevented us from coming together.

At that point we had the choice to pretend to be something we were not, or admit we had failed. It’s hard to admit something like that because it gives you security to think you’re different, that you see through things, that you’re enlightened or whatever you want to call it. We actually did see through some things, but we lacked the remedy, just as much as the banker, schoolteacher, lawyer, housewife, or the factory worker’s life we had run from.

But the good thing is that the story is not over for me or my friends. I’ve found the true remedy, the solution - the answer to all my dreams. I have found a place where people do love one another. We trust one another, and we don’t run out on each other. We’ve even got problems and serious faults, but we’re not going anywhere. What’s even better is that we are changing and being healed. We are being restored to our purpose and have been given back our dignity. We owe this to Yahshua the Messiah, the One who paid the price for all our wrong ways. Our guilt is gone. We have a good conscience. We have the freedom to look each other in the eyes and know we’re no longer pretending. We don’t have to hide anymore. Maybe you’re one who longs for that freedom too.

To be honest, it’s time to come together. But this time, on the right foundation.

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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