The Man in the Mirror

And so my friends, Michael Jackson is dead. Many will mourn him, a few extremists will wish they could accompany him to the great beyond, while some  may even have the audacity to criticize even in his death. But we are quick to forget to look at the man in the mirror; I’m not talking about Michael---I’m talking about you and me. Quite like Michael, we will exit the building; hopefully later than soon. We may not be as popular or as wealthy, but we will certainly be faced with the same parallel destinations: no euphemism about it guys, heaven or hell! One is good, one is not and our dear friend Michael is certainly in one of them. Our best of wishes cannot send him to heaven; our deepest of grudges will not send him to hell. We can only rely on the grace and mercies of God for fans who would like so much as a glimpse of Michael.

So, like the poem I read in my primary 3 or 4 Mc’millan English comprehension book, old (or young) Michael is dead and gone to his grave.  MMMMh! We will all die and go to our graves. But what would be said of us here on earth? Where will we ultimately go? I’m not sure I want to be around to give some old woman a knock for picking an apple off of my grave like Old Roger. I’d rather be in heavenly places, singing halleluiah with an angel on the piano. So, I’m talking to the man in the mirror and I’m asking him to change his ways and live right. I suggest you do same. Whether Michael Jackson did the same is another story all together, whose part 2 will be seen in eternity. Michael has had a subliminal foretaste of the two sides of eternity: from his palatial houses and parks, to his burning skin. I imagine he would know better where to go. I imagine he would have heard of Jesus and being saved. We like him, have heard of Jesus. We unlike him are yet living witnesses and this write up is a testament of sorts.  So my friends, the man in the mirror cannot change his ways unless you change yours. He is a reflection of you. We will miss Michael. I will certainly miss him because he influenced my music greatly. I hope he saved one last breath to pray for salvation. I hope he got a chance to use it. You are breathing now--- use it!

I pray we all make heaven by the grace of God and in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Ps: q. How does anyone call his child Blanket

a. the  same way a man would call his child Cobhams.   I understand my name means a sheltering tree of some sort---quite like a blanket.