Orange County Jesus

Orange County Jesus is Christians playing perfect
In a land that thirsts for the real.

If we could only see the lost and angry faces inside the world’s fist
We may be able to stand on a different square and dance with the unfamiliar.

Or maybe the proof the atheist seeks is the very thing we find ourselves so weak:
A conflicting heart over pleasure and pain
That finds itself a temporary shelf of distraction to keep sane.

We crave Starbuck’s and desire Tiffany’s.

We drive faster to get away from the very thing that calls us.

Faded jeans and two-toned glasses are our latest fling.

Fictitious eyes and no tan-lines.
Bigger breasts and smaller waists.
More money, but less family time.
Luxurious SUVs
And the homeless sleep with the fumes.

Where are God’s people?
Why can’t we see the apathetic grins on each others faces?

Wake up! The world is watching
And they are not seeing much truth from a loving bride.
Where is the sweet virgin with her unsoiled dress?

Do we please the One who asked our hand to become one?
Or have we flirted with materialism and slept with piety?

Do we turn Him on
Or does He fall asleep observing our mundane tasks of worship?

Will He say “Enough!” and postpone the engagement?
I believe Him to be a Romantic and too much a Gentleman
To leave His fiancé at the altar.

His Grace is all we have!
A thin thread of Mercy is what binds His wife’s dress
Holding His people together.
And Love is the dance He shows us
When we didn’t care so much to learn.


Chester Delagneau

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