Thursday, the world lost one of the greatest musical and dance artists to have ever lived. Michael Jackson was a living legend, hounded and sued by everyone, endured the most horrific false allegations that took advantage of his child-like innocence. Oh boy, he had a tough life.

The JWs thought he was the arch-Angel Michael, which is kind of ironic considering their serious racial shortcomings that included segregated congregations. The proven-false claims of child molestation must have really broken his heart, especially as so many chose to be cynical and believe he still did those evil things instead of believing in the forensic evidence that so utterly cleared his name. Or should have at least. Having the DA go on a very public witch-hunt determined to bring him down, shocked the world, and rightly so.

It’s sad that we have people trapped in poverty, but its sadder still when they live up to the stereotypes and lie and do anything to get a few dollars in their pockets, even at the expense of another’s reputation, or indeed, life. I know this as much as I know anything, Michael was innocent of those allegations. I have a theory about people that believe he did molest kids, I believe their minds are so depraved, that they could see themselves doing it. Hence, the majority that believe he was guilty, are not women with an over-protective primal mothering instinct, it’s men. We in the Church always talk about being child-like, but when one man “gets it”, we crush him as a freak. I don’t believe Michael was any kind of a freak except for his silly fascination with plastic surgery. And really, I think he did ruin his skin. But that’s his perogative. Marilyn Manson beats MJ in that department anyway.

Michael Jackson exemplifies what happens when a man is falsely accused of such a horrendous crime. It kills you, literally. All the stress and the strain he carried simply could not be hidden under the blankets of makeup he wore. The autopsy results show that he was an incredibly fit man for his age, very healthy, but being falsely accused affects a man to his bones. It seems that Michael was likely addicted to pain killers and the Dimerol shot his personal Doctor gave him likely killed him. People don’t just use pain killers to numb physical pain, but mental and even spiritual anguish. Which raises the obvious question doesn’t it - who is really responsible for his death? Death and life are in the power of the tongue, said Solomon. Isaiah said, “The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary”. Oh if the Church would grasp ahold of this and run with it. David in his Psalm wrote, “Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips”.

Of course we can expect the self-righteous to simply use all of this as further cause to call him a freak. I have already seen the likes of Pastor Rick Moore publicly slam Michael Jackson as a pedophile freak and claiming the streets are now safe for 10 year olds. Moore expressed glee that his own son and wife also expressed contempt for Michael. With “Christians” like this, indeed, a “Pastor” who is supposed be one gifted with the love of the Father’s heart, is it ANY wonder at all why the Church is so despised by the common man, while Yeshua was so loved and embraced by the common man. It is true, the Church is the biggest stumbling block to men coming to know God. As the Church, we need to be the first to extend grace and forgiveness, and believe in the best. But we don’t, do we. The Church is always the first to judge, and to condemn. Pastor Rick Moore should be stripped of his position for such an anti-Christ reaction to this situation. We just don’t need ambassadors, like this. Or as the saying goes, with friend like this... who needs enemies.

Michael Jackson revealed some of his pain in his music.

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Do me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, strike me
Dont you black or white me

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
Im tired of bein the victim of hate
Youre rapin me of my pride
Oh, for gods sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free


Sadly, they did eventually kill him.

I don’t know if Michael was a follower of Christ or not. It would be incredibly hard for anyone to turn to Christ when so many that call themselves by His name so openly persecuted you. Yet Kingdom principles return in his lyrics with regularity. There’s often more Bible truth in one 3 minute Michael Jackson song than in an hour long sermon.

Michael Jackson expressed a child-like innocence that I wish I had. He shared his life with children because, well, why don’t I let MJ himself explain...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...

People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things...
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood
I've never known...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my Childhood?

People say I'm strange that way
'Cause I love such elementary things,
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I've had

Have you seen my Childhood....


I feel for this man. I hope beyond all hope that the Father accepts Christ’s sacrifice as sufficient for this man. I pray the Lord will have mercy on his soul. Something inside of me tells me that I will see MJ again one day, along with many other broken kids that many in the Church condemned to an eternity without Christ.

Perhaps I can relate to Michael Jackson better than most, because like him, I too had my childhood stolen. I deeply understand the desire to compensate for a lost childhood. Today I am not ashamed to say that I wish I had the child-likeness of a Michael Jackson. I think if we all did, the world could only be a better place.

I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven -Yeshua (Matthew 18:3)