Where Were You When You Heard?

For a generation born in the 80’s that question will end with Michael Jackson died.

He might not have always got it right, he might have been on the mad side of eccentric, he might have been led astray by those who weren’t so much concerned with him as with his wealth and fame and he definitely made mistakes – after all he was human.

Yet, despite all that, and maybe because of some of it, his music moved the world and opened doors that have never been shut again.

His plastic surgery was a cry to be accepted.  throughout his life, extreme actions screamed out ‘please love me.’  He knew from living it out that money couldn’t buy happiness.  His life was sad, as is his death, and it is somewhat ironic that the mountains of debt he was in could very well be wiped out by the royalties of his records played on radio stations and TV channels around the world today.

My prayer is that today Micael Jackson may at last know peace in the knowledge that he is loved and accepted and always was, by God.