Goodbye, MJ

This video of the MTV 10th Anniversary shows one of my favourite productions of his... he created a lovely 'spiritual' environment to interpret the questions and cries of this song. Keep watching till the end, that's the best part, and when he speaks, the emotion in his voice just kills me (just like Bono when he does a narrative in his shows). An angel finally brings a spirit of comfort to him - pure poetry. Meltdown. Ok I shall stop raving, you go see for yourself.

On a more mellow note, it was a sad, contemplative and regretful week for me, pondering what I knew of him. It was kinda a mini-event for me, looking through some videos and I even bought Time's commemorative edition of MJ (hey, this is a historical moment in pop culture!).

I am deeply appreciative of his life, his work, his pain and his journey. It is something I learn from, an artist identifying with a greater artist - an awareness of the complexities of human life, circumstance, and dark issues of the soul, and where the Father heart is so key to healing. Where the approach must be to stand on his side and be there for him, like the millions revering him in death are doing now. Too bad he isn't around anymore to hear those words of adoration, the precise things he needed to hear in his declining years. Celebrity, homosexual or what-not, God did not send his Son to this world to condemn it, but to save it. (John 3:17)

I guess knowing pain in my own life from being judged, misunderstood and gossipped about helped me identify with him. Knowing how in my darkest hours, I needed someone to stand on my side and not criticize me the way I had been criticised my whole life; someone who understood my emotions and need for validation, and my fragility. Thank God there were people who did, and God Himself.

And my sadness and pain for MJ is probably a fraction of God's pain for him, coz He knew his heart. I hope God and him had a good, long conversation as they stood at the throne giving account.