The King Of Pop

Unless you live in a cave, which is probably not the case, seeing how you're reading this blog on the Internet, you probably know that Michael Jackson died yesterday.

I liked MJ's music. The first album I ever got was "Thriller". Man, that thing had some jams didn't it? I can remember when I was in elementary school, and get this, went out side with the whole school, held hands and sang "we are the world" together.

However you felt about Michael Jackson, there is no doubting that he was a talented performer. That guy had sweet dance moves, fantastic music, and an amazing knack for one of a kind style.

Here's what's troubling- even with everything that he was able to accomplish and do, that guy was a weirdo. Very very weird. All that stuff with the kids, the monkey's, the hyperbaric chamber, the ranch, the plastic surgery, the one glove?

Michael Jackson lived most of his life a troubled soul. He seemed to live his life in a way that didn't make sense- a reclusive man, who loved to perform on stage in front of millions of people. Utterly talented with music, apparently not talented with people. From what I can see, the guy didn't have the ability to be comfortable in his own skin. He had money and fame, and he wasn't happy.

By the world's standards, he had it all, yet was never satisfied or content.

The scripture that came to my mind this morning was "what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world yet loses his soul?". I think its true with MJ and other people also, they can live their lives searching and longing for contentment in something or someone, yet not be able to find it.

The nugget for the day? By looking at the King of Pop, we can realize that the only thing in this world that can and will satisfy is the relationship we have have with the true King of Kings. Anything else, falls short and leaves us wanting.

Blessings
matt