Michael Jackson was an american legend. I think Inara George put it best when she said "… it's weird because I feel like we lost him years ago."I will always have great memories of him when I was a kid that are somehow sealed and untarnished by his later years. Watching him be awesome on MTV, getting so excited I could pee every time the 'Thriller' video came on (in all it's 14 minutes of glory), pretending to have dancing knife fights with my friends (ala 'Beat It'). To have a career so epicly gigantic that even molestation charges and a disappearing nose couldn't prevent planet earth from singing your songs and adoring your ablums is an enigma to say the least.
How horribly sad his once epic life was. A few months ago I came across the online catalogs of his belongings that were up for auction— thousands of unusual things he had collected at the Neverland Ranch over the years. Things that I didn't even know could be purchased. Really an incredible attempt at happiness through posession. It's like his life was a giant picture of Ecclesiastes. Seriously though, read Ecclesiastes 2 and tell me you don't completely see aspects of Michael Jackson's life.
I pray that the world would see the empty and unquenchable path he walked and steer away from it, that it might drive them to seek not the most lavish and posession-laden life here, but eternal life in the presence of the God who loves them. I'm so sad for him and I pray that he is in peace now, after 50 years of struggle and strange unrest.
Here's to you, gloved one.
"The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man." Ecclesiastes 12:13







