This Land Belongs To Us

Post Author: Lindsey Conrad


On the seventh day, they got up at dawn. They circled the city in this way seven times. It was only on that day that they circled the city seven times. The seventh time, the priests blew the trumpets. Then Joshua said to the people, “Shout, because the Lord has given you the city! The city and everything in it is to be utterly wiped out as something reserved for the Lord. Only Rahab the prostitute is to stay alive, along with everyone with her in her house. This is because she hid the messengers we sent. But you, keep away from the things set aside for God so that you don’t desire and take some of the things reserved. That would turn the camp of Israel into a thing doomed to be utterly wiped out and bring calamity on it. All silver and gold, along with bronze and iron equipment, are holy to the Lord. They must go into the Lord’s treasury.” Then the people shouted. They blew the trumpets. As soon as the people heard the trumpet blast, they shouted a loud war cry. Then the wall collapsed. The people went up against the city, attacking straight ahead. They captured the city. Without mercy, they wiped out everything in the city as something reserved for God—man and woman, young and old, cattle, sheep, and donkeys.

It was the seventh day – or the last day they could push off the eviction. The railroad workers and MDOT employees and law enforcement officers followed the instructions from on high.

Two rules:
1. The campsites must be wiped out no matter the cost of natural ruffage.
2. The ruffians who live there must be removed and not physically harmed.

They donned their hard hats and shiny vests, their handcuffs and megaphones. Beeping from the reversing of heavy machinery began to wake the people in tattered tents in the woods behind the railroad tracks. Police officers began to bark in their megaphones: “ATTENTION: YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO EVACUATE THE PROPERTY BEFORE YOU ARE ARRESTED FOR TRESPASSING. TEN MINUTES. THIS LAND BELONGS TO THE CITY.”

Sleepy people dragged their tired bodies from their tents. Grabbing at their guitars and snagging their one packed bag with the few coins left over from the previous day of spanging – it was all they had time to save. Barefoot and bedraggled they turned around as the bulldozers scooped up all they had in one foul swoop and chucked it in the dumpster truck by the tracks. Wide dirt patches stood empty where “home” was once claimed.

And everything – every tarp that kept them dry, all the paperwork that got them IDs and services, each blanket to keep them warm – was carted away in dumpster trucks, and they were left with nothing.

This is the Word of the Lord?

Rev. Lindsay Conrad is a Resident Minister at First Presbyterian Church in Ann Arbor, MI. While many varied tasks keep her busy in ministry, she is most keenly called to ministry with neighbors who live on the streets and under the stars. She hopes you will join her in fervent prayer for all those who are feeling the bitter chill of winter already as they shiver in their tents and tarps and sleeping bags each night.

2 replies
  1. Kelly Shriver
    Kelly Shriver says:

    This is a compelling story, Lindsay. Really a unique take on both the scripture and the story of Camp Take Notice. I hope you send this link to Caleb and the others! Thank you for sharing this.

  2. Paul Smith
    Paul Smith says:

    Exceedingly well written, moving, anger provoking detailing of the events of that day, Lindsay. I was especially struck by “This is the Word of the Lord?”


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