An adorable, gifted child, a handsome, talented young man, insecure man, bizarre individual, sad, sad, sad.
I watched the movie, The Wiz (I loved the Wiz!) almost as many times as I watched Gone with the Wind. I owned the album, Thriller. Who didn't? It was the eighties baby and we danced.
Yet, he was a strange man, surrounded by accusation of inappropriateness in both 1993 and 2003. The first case was dropped because the victim refused to testify, the second was settled out of court to the tune of millions.
I wasn't there and neither were you. I have no idea whether or not MJ was a sick little man, or simply a man who adored children. I have no idea and frankly, it really doesn't matter today, does it?
I am shocked at the reaction to his death, just as I was shocked at the reaction when John Lennon was murdered. Sure, I think it's sad that he died, but I didn't KNOW him. I won't MISS him. He wasn't all that to me. I do not feel death's sting with the passing of Micheal Jackson.
Go ahead, pick up your stones and hurtle them my way. The passing of MJ will not leave a hole in my heart. My eyes will not fill with tears at the remembrance of him, as they do when I recall memories of my most wonderful MIL. I won't lay flowers at his graveside or honestly give him a second thought after the media frothing stops.
I feel sorry for MJ because I think he was robbed of his childhood. I think fame and money ruined him. My mommy's heart wonders if he was lonely, because to me, he appeared lonely. The kind of lonely that has sunk so low into a man's soul that it's raw and bleeding.
As a Christian, I wonder about the condition of his soul. Hey, it's my blog and I can say that if I want to. I can ponder where he may now find himself and that my friends, is truly worth grieving. It's sad. It really, truly is.
Because I am a heartless wench, I may have offended a few people. I know you are SHOCKED and DISAPPOINTED in me. I know you may have many colorful words to share with me.
All I can say is, "Whoa! Dude, I meant no disrespect..."
I don't build alters to people. I've built one for my God and He's kinda jealous about sharing His children. Funny that.
And yet, as I sit here and write this, I know someone who is grieving far more than the millions upon millions world wide.
His name is Jesus Christ.
This will conclude today's sermon.