Just a Wandering Mind

I am always amazed at the press a dead entertainer gets these days.  It was big news when Marilyn Monroe died, but not the hub-bub of Michael Jackson or Whitney Houston.  It's not clear to me why their funerals were telecast, why so many people had to comment on so many issues.

These are people for whom life held no meaning, apparently.  It seems they misused their gifts at the end, using drugs and/or alcohol to mask an emptiness that no top-ten hit, countless buckets of money nor fan adoration could fill.

I think back of my mother deceased some 3 plus years now.  How she bravely faced cancer and a terminal diagnosis, and passed away sweetly (though loudly snoring) after 84 years.  This is a woman who only found true love at age 50, had a couple failed marriages, lived in a poor miner's home as a child and in a lower-middle class lifestyle as an adult.  She managed to live past age 48 or 50.

I think of my friend Doug, killed in a rock-climbing accident when only 24 years old.  He grabbed life for all it is worth and would've lived a thousand life times over compared to mine if he only could have even doubled his years.

I think of so many of the disabled people for whom my company provides products and how they manage through neuro-muscular diseases, amputations, closed-head injuries and the like to get through each day, most with as sincere a smile you will ever see, and many with real tears.  I see them grabbing for life  rather than woe-is-me drama, they provide support for others in similar situations, speak to youth groups and school-aged children, write, paint and just get along.

If I could advise some of these "stars" I'd tell them to take off their make-up, their fancy wardrobe, lose their entourage and go out regularly volunteering in their communities.  Spend some time in adult foster homes, playing games or taking walks with the residents; maybe buy them some dinner, or cable or whatever.

I would encourage these lonely celebrity souls to come with me to church, pack bags at a food bank to be delivered by others, visit nursing homes and senior homes and simply read, or sing or hang out and speak to the residents.  I would encourage them to visit sick children in hospitals and write letters to the troops overseas, all without the presence of photographers, publicists, stylists, wardrobe assistant or make-up person.

When someone values, really values the lives of others, then they can find value in their own lives.  When I think of Houston, Jackson, Joplin, Belushi, Monroe, Hendrix, and so many others who have taken their own lives with weapons, booze or drugs I see so many empty lives.  What a shame to have so much and have nothing.

If you have an emptiness in you and you've tried filling it with lousy relationships, chemicals, food, a reckless lifestyle or whatever your coping mechanism is, I have a thought for you.  Get on your knees right now and talk to God.  Ask Jesus Christ to make Himself known to you.  Pray for forgiveness, ask Him for His love; tell Him you are looking for Him, your Father, to fill that empty spot inside you.  See, so many times that empty hole is where we have taken God out.  Ask Him to fill you with His love, ask Him to be real to you. 

Your life might not be peaches and cream right away.  But as you draw near the Lord and He draws near to you, you will know there is a place of perfect peace in the Lord.  Fill up your emptiness with the One who offers truth, peace and love.  Oh yeah, and he'll never leave you or forsake you.   If you're not sure how, drop me a line or comment.  I'm here to give you a hand.  Maybe there is a person in your life who needs you to reach out.  Whitney could've use a hand, Michael and the rest.  Let all of us secure in the love of God reach out to those who are in obvious need.  God Bless.