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Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Celebrity Deaths

If you've turned on the TV or listened to the radio this past week or so, you've no doubt been inundated with the tributes to Michael Jackson.

The media has been commemorating the one year anniversary of his death. One day last week I was flipping channels on TV and there were three different shows about Michael Jackson on three different channels - at the same time!

As I've thought about Michael Jackson's death, it's occurred to me that his death looks pretty much like so many others. Marilyn Monroe. Elvis Presley. Heath Ledger. Anna Nicole Smith. So many of these famous, rich, powerful and influential people died of accidental drug overdoses, etc.

In addition to the celebrity deaths, of course we have people who would fall into this same category who have not (yet) died. But they are known to have struggles with drugs, alcohol, etc. Some of struggled with sexual addiction (Tiger Woods), anger (Charlie Sheen) and a host of other issues.

For the most part, what they are doing is trying to change the way they feel - or to cope with the feelings they have. Is it recognized that these rich, famous, powerful and influential people have such troubling feelings? Do we understand that they have feelings they can't handle - or will resort to dangerous, life-threatening behaviors in an attempt to manage those feelings? Isn't that what's going on here?

It is a problem common to the human race. It's a part of the human condition, really. We have these feelings about things, and we don't get to pick them. We can often predict them, but not often prevent them. Sometimes they're good feelings. Sometimes they're bad feelings. Somethings they appear to be both good and bad. They can be incredibly complex!

Whatever is bad about feelings tends to feel like pain. And of course we've been taught to run from pain. It's part of our society. Deny it, mask it, eliminate it. But never - ever feel it. It's just not something that we do with pain. Similarly, there are feelings that we try to suppress, deny, avoid, manage or whatever. Would it ever occur to us to just feel them? I mean just let them happen? Isn't that what feelings are for?

God wired mankind with feelings and emotions. He gave us the capacity for pain, as much as He gave us the capacity for pleasure. But why did God do that? Do you suppose, just maybe, that feelings and emotions have a purpose? If so, then suppressing them, denying them, smothering them with drugs, alcohol or whatever - is likely to deny them their purpose.

It's sad when people lose their lives needlessly. It's even sadder when they do so out of their own stupidity. These people who die are ignorant of God's truth. I can't judge them, of course. But it sure looks to me like they are without the Truth that would set them free. And so they die.

As we commemorate celebrity deaths ... as we gawk at celebrity gossip ... we might want to consider the simple fact that the more blessed someone is, the more desperately he or she needs to be grounded in God's truth. Without it, the feelings can be overwhelming and powerful. In fact, they can cause us to take foolish actions that, in the worst case scenario, can result in death.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Michael, Farrah, The Governor

Well, it has been a big news day. We're reeling in amazement that another governor goes public with the fact that he's trashed his marriage with undisciplined, unbridled expressions of his sexuality. What a day of mystery and mystique.

We seem so amazed. We wonder how such public figures, such esteemed leaders, can fall so far. I wonder how their wives feel. I would be very angry if my husband drug me through the mud like that. I find it ironic that we don't see women leaders doing such things to their husbands. What's up with that?

Then this morning it was Farrah Fawcett. Dying. Can you imagine? The pin-up girl that half of the men in America idolized - dead. I imagine that men all over the world are in mourning tonight. She was an enigma. Her life was an enigma. It seemed she was far more exciting and interesting when she was young and hungry. When she got older, not so much. We're still talking today about the 1997 appearance on the David Letterman show where she appeared to be under the influence of something. I wonder which will be her legacy. Which is a greater aspect of her celebrity?

We expected Farrah to die soon. Michael Jackson was a complete surprise though. I didn't see that one coming. (It's a bit like the governor coming back from his Argentinian affair!) He was a talented pop icon, someone that we all enjoyed and were attracted to. It seemed like he was far more exciting and interesting when he was young and hungry. When he got older, not so much. We're still talking today his alleged infatuation with little boys, stranger marriages and dangling his baby over the balcony of a hotel in Germany. I wonder which will be his legacy. Which is a greater aspect of his celebrity?

I had my own brush with celebrity this week. George W. Bush came to my office. He was doing some business with my employer. I got to meet him, have my picture taken with him, speak to him and shake his hand. He seemed nice enough. What impressed me most though was the reaction of my co-workers. The other folks in my building all seemed to go "gaga" over Mr. Bush. I browsed through more than 150 photos that were taken (three with me in them) during his visit. All the faces were so exuberant. I wondered why? What is his legacy? What is the greater aspect of his legacy?

There is something about celebrities. They can do good. They can do bad. And yet they remain celebrities. We are drawn to them relentlessly. Most of us won't admit it. But someone buys those magazines. Someone buys those posters. Someone joins those fan clubs. What is it about celebrity that sucks us in? How is it that even a dead celebrity, like Marilyn Monroe or Elvis Presley, can still suck us in? Why do we still buy their stuff? Why do we still read their gossip?

I don't know about you, but I'm convinced that there is something seriously flawed about the human psyche. We are drawn to celebrities for any good reason --- or for absolutely no reason. And I find myself pondering that tonight. I'd like to understand why.