by Ray Gano
“Share The Cross, For Hell Waits Upon Them”
This week has been amazing; we have seen four well known celebrities die.
But the one who is taking most of the airplay is Michael Jackson, the king of pop.
I have been reading a lot of articles about Michael, and out of that I realized something…. I believe Michael was a saddened miserable soul seeking to fill a hole he did not know how to fill.
Last night I came across an article by David Pack [on the Purpose-Driven Connection website]. For those of you who do not know who David Pack is, he is the music director of Saddleback Church, the very same church that world famous author of The Purpose Driven Life, Rick Warren leads…
If you have not read this article, you can read it here: Michael Jackson, Jesus, and Me – My story of Christian fellowship with the King of Pop By David Pack [Purpose Driven Connection]
What upset me is that in and among all smoking, joking and bottles of wine, David writes…
“During that special evening, I felt the need to share my faith with him, to let him know that another Christian artist was sitting next to him. So when he whispered, “How can I ever thank you for this wonderful night?” I said, “Michael, I didn’t put this together, God did!” He said, “Oh yes, I believe that with all of my heart.”
I told him I was a Christian, and he said he was, too. We talked about the first Christian song we’d both heard as children: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong.” With the dinner party loudly going on around us, we both quietly leaned in and sang the song, smiling like choirboys. “Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me.” Then we gave each other a short embrace.
I knew at that moment that this sweet-spirited young genius was going to find his eternal peace in heaven.
So based on singing a children’s gospel song and a couple of words about God putting the dinner together this man is able to claim…
… one of the greatest artists of our time is now moon-walking along the gold paved roads of heaven, where streets have no name, with a broad smile on his face, and a band of angels welcoming him home.
I am dumbfounded, but more than that I am angry.
Odds are very good that Michael Jackson is burning in hell.
Now before you call me a heretic and think that I am judging the heart of Michael Jackson, I am not.