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 lonely faces inside the world’s fist,

We may be able to stand on a different square and dance with the


Or maybe the proof the atheist seeks is the very thing we find ourselves

So weak:

A heart that beats to the rhythm of pleasure and pain

And a consciousness that shifts from dark to light to keep sane.

We desire Starbuck’s and demand Tiffany’s.

We crave Facebook and cling to Twitter.

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 waist-lines.

More money but less family time.

Luxurious SUVs

But 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 love from a loving bride.

Where is the sweet virgin with her untainted wedding dress?

Do we please the One who asked our hand to become one

Or have we flirted with materialism and slept with humanism?

Do we even 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 promise is all we have.

A thin thread of mercy is what binds us

Holding His people together.

And a legacy of love is the dance He shows us

When we didn’t care so much to learn.


Chester Delagneau

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