A Rabbit Trail...

This post is a little off the beaten path of adoption, but the beauty of having your own blog is being able to go down rabbit trails if you so choose. This past week has been a heavy one for a lot of the world with the loss of singing superstar Michael Jackson. And so it has been for me. I never met the man or even saw him in concert ,but did grow up singing along with him and marveling at his ability to MOVE. I often thought to myself , when i would listen to someone interview him, that he seemed so lost and insecure when he was not mesmerizing the world on the stage. He often sounded like a 10 year old boy inside of a man's body . As the truth of how his childhood was spent became known, in gruelling practice sessions while balancing everyones expectations on his shoulders, I grew more and more sorry for him. Where were his parents in all of this? Where was a voice of reason to say enough is enough? As a small child, the world put him on a pedestal and watched him take his every breath. Over the next 50 years we would all watch him struggle and unravel as it was clear he could not handle the idol worship. Guess what ? Mankind was never designed to be worshipped. We would all unravel! He grew more and more eccentric as time went by and would make poor choices that would be his undoing. He was a perfect target for the tabloids and they chewed him up and spit him out repeatedly, forgetting that this man had a heart and a soul and feelings and loved ones that could be hurt. Whether you liked his music and style or not, there is no denying the fact that Michael revolutionized American pop music and that he was oozing with God-given talent. Many times, growing up, i daydreamed of having the chance to meet and talk with him and i would take the opportunity to assure him that i wanted nothing from him, but ,instead, longed to give something to him...the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I often felt that if ever a soul needed the anchor of Gospel and Christ's unconditional love, it was Michael Jackson. Well, I never got that chance ,and now he is gone. I would love to know if some Christian out there, somewhere, maybe did get the chance to witness to this man. My heart still hopes that this is the case, and that he did not slip from a lost and lonely life to eternal life without the Savior. I am sad for him. I don't know what i could have done differently, but if i had it to do over i would have comitted his salvation to prayer much more than i did. Life is short and we are not promised a day. This particular man's death has taught me a lot. There, but for the grace of God, go I.....
PS. I can no longer find it ,but there is one version of Michael's song "Heal the World" that seems to center around orphaned children of the world and doctors who are treating them. If anyone can locate it, let me know : )