
Everyone else has made a comment about the events surrounding Michael Jackson's life and death, so I guess here's my turn. It's a lot different than what you've seen on the news or the Internet.
I was in California this past week when I heard of MJ's death. I was there at a training event. About 250 women were there from all different kinds of backgrounds, ministries, church sizes, and personalities.
Nameless faces. Anonymous people. Silent warriors. Women who will never receive earthly recognition of the hours of work, pounds of sweat and tears, or heavy financial sacrifices they have made for the Kingdom.
It was such a surreal experience to be around those women at the same time the world was mourning the death of the King of Pop.
I was a youngish teen around the days of Thriller and Billy Jean. I remember the Moon Walk and the Gloved Hand and the Red Jacket. I can still quote the lyrics to the songs. I understand the world lost an important icon in music, but can I be very blunt?
In the big scheme of things, he was just a musician. A pioneer and a talent to be sure. But his legacy is nothing compared to the legacy that the women I met will leave behind.
Because when it's all said and done, MJ's work is wood, hay, and straw. The work and ministry and legacy I saw this weekend among a bunch of women who will forever remain in the shadows of the icons of this world is gold--pure gold.
I was only a few hours away from LA. I could have driven there (albeit it would have been a LONG drive) to experience "a part of history." But I wouldn't have traded my time with these ladies for anything. They reminded me of what's important.
Maybe this blog will help remind you of what's important, too.















