King of pop dies. It seems that he has left a legacy with every generation.
I remember where I first taught myself the “moonwalk.” I would wear
my white crew socks and would slide across the kitchen floor. I
wondered if MJ’s feet were made of butter.
MJ didn’t always have the best wrap in media, but I always saw his
talent. I watched many documentaries about his life and felt
compassion. His brokenness was just amplified with the life that he
lived in the spotlight.
My friend Robby and I were reminiscing today about his life. Robby
asked “Did Michael Jackson really love what he was doing?” “Was he
happy?” Some would assume the King of Pop lived the life he wanted, but
did he?
People always think about life when death knocks down the door. I
would like to think someone with such influence and his love for rhythm
and dance is what compelled him. I saw a certain freedom in his
performance but did he feel it in his heart. Did he feel alive?
I have now been in Mijas, Spain for less than two weeks and am
finding a whole new depth of the Lords freedom in my life. I want to
not just dance free and live in a freedom but set all those around me
free. I want to be free of all religion. Jesus despised religion. I
want to set the captives free.
This past year has wrecked me. I am alive. I desire to see people
come alive. To see the sleepers arise. For the Lord will shine upon
them.
pray that his family and friends would come to know the glory of the
Lord. Redemption and freedom is here. So next time I slide into the
“moonwalk” I will toast to freedom.
