They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface
‘Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They’re calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don’t know why
Black mirror, your city lights shine
They’re screaming at us, “We don’t need your kind”
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
Here’s a telling poem about suburbia by Andrew Swansson. I found it tonight on his blog The Soap Box Truth:
Sunshine soft
Sunshine warm
Wattles swaying over fresh cut lawns,
Dancing birds singing bright
At the rays of dawns first light.
The smell of toast, coffee, tea
Float on past on a morning breeze,
Souls raised high on a wing and a prayer
For a day without despair.
……….
Movement and clatter as the day awakes
People start to move in haste
Cars are started
Tempers fray
Here we go on another day.
Office opens
Boss demands
There goes that bloody phone again
No time for lunch
No time to breath
No time to smile
No time to be.
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Here’s the trailer to an interactive web based documentary called Highrise: Out My Window, which looks at the lives of people living in highrise dwellings around the world. This isn’t a “suburban” theme, but watching the trailer reminds me all the more how isolated suburban life can be. Would there be many stories to tell if this were Subdivision: Out My Window?
Here’s an interesting photo montage of suburbia in South Florida over at The Big Picture. Most of these subdivision’s are “ghost towns.” Many of them were never finished or have been abandoned, leaving a suburban wasteland.
Isolation is rampant in suburbia. It poses a challenge to any church seeking to develop meaningful community. One reason for isolation is lack of urban planning. Most of the suburbs (exurbs too) grew like cancer cells, making interaction with others difficult. Things are changing mostly due to a weak economy. This week New Urban Network posted a story about the Re-Working Suburbia Conference near San Francisco, where urban planners are addressing these issues.
A friend just introduced me to The Wilderness Downtown project Arcade Fire is doing with Google. It’s based on Arcade Fire’s song “We Used to Wait” from their new album, Suburbia. It’s worth your time, especially if you grew up in the burbs. My childhood home in Northwestern New Jersey hasn’t escaped from suburban sprawl, but its still considered a rural community, so it didn’t have the emotional impact on me it has for others. If you check it out make sure and use Google Chrome browser.
“The issue is figuring out how to live in the suburbs and still have a heart for the city. This was the place of Nehemiah in the Old Testament. It broke his heart to know the city of Jerusalem was in ruins, and he took some of the responsibility for why this was the case. We must acknowledge the systemic issues behind urban violence and take responsibility as well. Those living outside the city must take responsibility and work with those in the city to be salt and light.”
Within a few miles from my office I can leave the idyllic community of Loma Linda, California, where people live to be a hundred, and enter San Bernardino, once ranked the 16th most violent city in America. Truthfully, I can go about my life, rarely venturing into this urban community in my backyard.
When you live in the city its on top of you, you can’t run from the needs, it’s in your face. But suburbia can anesthetize you to suffering and injustice. You can build a safe life (or so you think), a secluded life, where the world can be shut out. Not so in the city.
There’s lots of challenges to living missionally in the suburbs, but one of the most problematic for me? Complacency. I find myself too comfortable with nice sub-divisions, tidy neighborhoods, and picturesque streets. The Rev. Smith challenges me. I am responsible too. And here in my town I can’t escape the fact there’s enormous needs across the street. So what am I doing about? Sadly, the usual, not much. What challenges do you face trying to live faithfully in Suburbia?
Jesus, have mercy on me. Remove my complacency. Compel me to action. Let me not forget the city in my backyard. Amen.
Thanks to my Twitter search widget I found a fascinating article today from the Wall Street Journal about aging in suburbia. There’s a lot to think about here beyond this issue as well, for example, what can suburban communities learn about facilitating greater communal connections? By the way, one of these days I plan to write about the idea behind this blog—the Suburban Pastor, but that’ll have to wait for now.
Thanks for stopping by The Suburban Pastor, the personal blog of Jeff Gang. I’m a pastor at the CrossWalk Seventh-day Adventist Church in Redlands, California. This blog is a place for me to share my musings on life in suburbia from a pastor’s perspective. Along the way I’ll also share a few thoughts on my ordinary life (a Jesus follower, a husband of one, father of three, friend of many, and a triathlete in my spare time).
The Suburban Pastor is the personal blog of Jeff Gang. I’m a pastor at the CrossWalk Seventh-day Adventist Church in Redlands, California. This blog is a place for me to share my thoughts about ordinary life as a Jesus follower, pastor, husband, father of three, friend, and triathlete in my spare time.