COME TO JESUS, SISTHREN & BRETHREN

OK FOLKS- You read the headline, here's the deal. I've been wanting to hold some kind of forum online for people of privilege, specifically, to come forward and fess up to the fact that all of their entitlements, adventures, wealth, good things in general are due to their wealth and privilege and NOT due to any specialness that they have themselves created. Then I thought, wow, won't that be a dead forum. THe blog equivalent of crickets chirping, essentially. Plus, just a wee bit negative on my part since I do tend to rail about trustfunders and how they drive me absolutely bonkers (perhaps because my beloved home state of Colorado is OVERRUN with them.)
Also, it's just a little bit narrow.
Really, all of us have things we need to Come to Jesus about. Coming to Jesus, for those unfamiliar with the phrase, is about giving up your grand illusions/delusions about yourself or something/someone dear to you, and receiving the sweet embrace of forgiveness in the arms of the "lord", or in my mind, the bosom of the Virgin Mary. (She's the mythical unconditionally-loving mother to all who will always hold a distraught child to her breast to comfort them, no matter what stupid accident they've just caused or crawled out of- more on that later). In the Baptist American tradition, it's the term for when congregants literally crawl on their knees up to the pulpit, weeping and sometimes rending garments, asking the preacher but more importantly their co-religionists to forgive them for ______________. Usually, some version of "living a falsehood." For example, perhaps you are unemployed, and desperately broke, but for some reason are still holding out for that $100k a year job, rather than facing reality or "coming to Jesus" and getting some sort of temp job so that you can pay your bills and put food on the table.
Yes, it generally involves giving up on a small dream, or more accurately, fantasy, and although I would NEVEr tell anyone to give up their dreams, I do encourage people to place their dreams within reality, not outside of it.
If you've ever "Come to Jesus" about anything, you know there's a profound sense of relief that washes over you when you finally do.
Here's a small example of some folks that need to Come to Jesus.
http://denver.craigslist.org/fur/321282370.html
I'm sorry, but honey, your PLASTIC PATIO FURNITURE CIRCA 1984 IS NOT WORTH $100!!!
Come on now, Come to Jesus. Rest your tear-stained, weary head on his forgiving chest, and admit it. You'll be lucky to get $20 for that stuff.
Seriously man. The world would be a better place if more people came to Jesus on a regular basis.
That's it for now- i'll figger out a way to make this a more accessible, regular forum so that more people can use it as an online sort of confessional. :)