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The worried young father holds the precious basin while his son strains to reach to the highest point of the doorway... The homemade brush made from a prescribed kind of bush... The blood of a lamb which had been killed just before sundown, and his blood gathered into the basin, to be used as directed over the doorway...

A note from a 8-year boy

"Dear Mom, I'm going stir crazy. The kids are bouncing off the walls. My wife and I are snapping at each other. The dog whines and looks at me with those sad, anxious eyes. When I slip out to take him for a walk, people glare at me from their windows, but the police haven't stopped me yet. The lines in the grocery store are crazy.

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Testimonies

So many people like to wander around with no responsibilities, no obstacles. So when the going gets rough they leave and travel in the wind. It blows them to and fro, but they don't find anything to put their roots down into. They don't find anything to put their heart into. They don't find anything worth fighting for.
Well, that was me. I would drift from town to town, hoping each town would be different. I hoped it would be a new start. But I found over and over that every place left me the same - alone - just me, myself, and I. I felt alone and estranged. I could not seem to fit into any kind of scene. People would walk by with their fancy laptops and not even say hi. I may not have a college degree, but I can at least be kind and say, "Hello." When I was alone, all the guilt came upon me. It came back to haunt me. So I wandered some more. I could run, but I couldn't ever hide from my past. The guilt would follow me.


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Kaliyl
Lawrence, KS

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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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