Jesus Of Suburbia

“Everyone’s so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia”[1.]

I’m constantly avoiding the trap of following this Jesus of Suburbia. This is the Jesus that so many westerners have come to experience (myself included).

The Jesus I have come to see in my life is not the “genie in the bottle, warrior king, Santa Clause, conservative/liberal and tribal” Jesus that has been so entrenched in our culture. Instead, he’s the lowly suffering servant who washes our feet when we least expect it. The one who we don’t hear in our suffering but always is loudest in the silence.

I guess that’s the paradox of it all. The more I experience the cosmic Christ the more silence is the loudest beacon of his light. This silence is key to letting go of the ego in order for wholeness to humble our existence with creation.

War and peace should not be what his reign is all about. It’s only shalom. Hypocrisy shouldn’t abound with only recycled hearts. It needs to be “yes or no” and not this babble bullshit that holds to a “I swear” response. In other words, be true (keeping it real yo haha), no matter what the consequences are.

This is what SAVES our selves from our false hearts and brings us to our “divine” true being.  It’s a difficult process to go into the depths of Sheol…but in the end its the only way to discover reality.

So lets shut up for a bit and listen to the silence in our lives and see what happens. There might just be some healing yet…

“Lord, I fought against your silence.

God:  I suffered beside you.  I was never silent.

Even if God had been silent, my whole life to this very day, everything I know, everything I’ve done, speaks of Him.  It was in the silence that I heard your voice.”[2.]