Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The Day of Michael Jackson's Funeral


I sit in front of a live broadcast of the memorial service for Michael Jackson, and the surrounding activities in his honor.


I can't help but wonder if Michael ever caught a glimpse of eternity. They say he was raised Jehovah's Witness, but "dabbled" in Christianity, Islam, and Kabbalah. Did he hear God calling him by name, whispering in the silence, singing over him as he cried for the arms of a Father's loving emrace that was so foreign to him on earth?


Life only begins here. There are only a certain number of breaths and moments we are given in this mortal body before eternity breaks upon us, and this vapor of mortal life is past.


So whether we are given just a few, or a great many breaths down here, would it not seem that every one of them should strain toward what lies beyond this, what will last forever?


I think I would rather be sitting on some high mountain looking over the rim to watch the first rays of a sunrise burst into view, small at first, sprinkling through the trees, and bringing music and color and hope to everything it kisses. It whispers, "wake up.", and if I am very silent, and very still, I can hear it.