đĄâ¨ Jesusâ Lost Parable of the HOA
Because enlightenment doesnât require HOA approval.
â ď¸ SATIRE ALERT: This message has not been approved by your HOA or your ego.
âThe kingdom of heaven is like a Homeowners Association: everyone wants green lawns, no one wants to pay dues, and that one self-appointed enforcer will still call the cops on you for painting your fence turquoise.â
And the disciples said unto him,
âLord, what even is an HOA?â
And Jesus sighed deeply, for he saw the suffering of mankind had evolved.
Once upon a suburban cul-de-sac, the Son of Man came not riding on a donkey, but in a Prius.
He parked between two SUVs bearing Love Thy Neighbor bumper stickersâboth owned by people currently suing each other over hedge height.
He looked around and beheld a people obsessed with curb appeal and spiritually bankrupt within.
So he spoke unto them, saying:
âBlessed are the lawn-mowers, for they shall inherit the noise complaint.
Blessed are those who paint outside the palette, for they shall be fined unto enlightenment.
And blessed are the peacemakers, though their grass be patchy and their fences slightly crooked.â
The crowd murmured, âBut Lord, what is the kingdom of heaven like?â
And He said,
âThe kingdom of heaven is not like this gated community, where everyone waves but no one really knows each other.
Itâs not like your HOA board meeting, where the loudest voice wins and mercy is out of order.
Itâs more like that one neighbor whose wildflowers broke all the rules yet made the whole street beautiful.â
Your ego is the HOA of your soulâ
sending spiritual violation notices at every turn:
âYou didnât meditate enough today.â
âThat wasnât a holy thought.â
âYour compassion exceeded the approved quota.â
âJoy is not permitted without proper paperwork.â
It slaps divine life with petty fines, demanding uniformity of feeling and performance-level holiness.
The ego wants control, not connection.
It wants your inner world to look like an HGTV specialâstaged, manicured, spiritually marketable.
But love? Love breaks zoning laws.
When you start to awaken, your inner HOA panics.
It starts posting reminders like, âDonât get too happy; people will think youâve lost it,â
and âDonât forgive that fastâit makes you look weak.â
Yet the mystics, the rebels, the barefoot saintsâthey all ignored the notices.
They ripped down the vinyl fences of fear and planted something unapproved: compassion.
The kind that grows wild, without permits, and outlasts every rule.
If heaven had an HOA, Jesus wouldâve been excommunicated before Easter.
He healed on the Sabbath, dined with tax collectors, and turned water into wine without filling out a request form.
Every miracle was a zoning violation in the empire of appearances.
So when your inner enforcer shows up with a clipboard, just wink.
Tell it the committee has been dissolved.
Then go paint your fence turquoise and call it prayer.
Because the true kingdom isnât about keeping the neighborhood tidy.
Itâs about letting the divine mess make beauty where bureaucracy once lived.
Blessed be the ones who cancel their ego dues and plant wildflowers anyway.
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This is sorta - kinda a non sequitur, but not completely. Back in the early years of the 21st century, an artist did a bronze sculpture of Jesus as a homeless man sleeping on a park bench outside of a gated community full of fancy homes & large incomes. There was much negativity, acrimony, dislike, etc. directed towards " homeless Jesus " & the artist / sculptor.
There's a lesson there, I think.
I absolutely love this! Itâs so true! Fortunately I rent. There are so many reasons Yeshua/Jesus would be crucified again today if he came back âŚ