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 in other’s shoes and dance them into the heavenly lights.

Or maybe the proof the skeptic 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 crave Starbucks and demand perfection.

We fraternize on Facebook and avoid those in our direction.

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

Skinny jeans and hipster tattoos are our latest fling

not to mention

faux hawks and Stance Socks,

marketing self-brands and selfies on Instagram,

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’re not seeing much love from a loving bride.

Where’s the voluptuous virgin in her white wedding dress?

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

Or have we flirted with materialism and slept with social Darwinism?

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 follow.

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Chester Delagneau


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