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Me, God, and Michael
I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while now. In part to get advice, but mainly to express how I’m feeling to people who can understand. I want to preface this by saying that I am not saying Michael Jackson is God. Rather, I’m describing my relationship with both God and Michael.
I want to start by taking us back 15-20 years. I grew up in maybe the first generation of kids where it was NOT cool to like Michael Jackson. I was 8 years old when Dangerous came out. It was the first album I ever bought (thanks Mum!) and it remains my favorite MJ album to this day. I remember playing it and Thriller at my birthday party that year. Soon after, the allegations happened and it became very uncool to like Michael. But I did still like him. At that time I had no idea what the allegations even meant or what the truth was.
But I grew up and wanted to learn more, because listening to Michael makes you love Michael, and I just knew Michael was not the person the media wanted him to be. He was, actually, a true Hero. Like all of you, I quickly learned the truth about what happened and became disgusted by people’s jealousy and greed.
But my faith was not tested until 2004.
I believed in Michael more than I ever believed in God. I have never been a religious person, although I would not call myself an agnostic. I’ve always believed in Good and knew that Good would always prevail. To me, God is the goodness we see all around us. I’ve always found goodness to be beautiful. It is a power that I know exists in everyone. And I always felt the goodness in Michael's heart from the very beginning.
I grew up praying to God every night before bed. And during the trial, I prayed to God that justice would prevail. That Michael would be free. I prayed that he would be left alone with his children and never be hurt again. I was even okay if he would never do another song or performance again if it meant he would be found innocent.
I read so much about the trial and the facts that the media ignored on a daily basis. I was on MJJForum nonstop. In the end, I had no doubt in my mind about who Michael was as a person.
I believed in Michael more than anything I ever had before. Nothing had ever been so life or death to me. Most things in life we believe in are never scrutinized to such a degree as Michael’s whole life was. Most beliefs are never put on trial. It felt as though everything I ever believed in was on trial. This was it.
To me, the trial was a battle of Good versus Evil. My whole world would shatter if evil conquered. “Who would save the planet then?” I thought.
When the verdict was near, I told God one day, “I won’t believe in You if Michael is found guilty.” I was more certain that Michael was innocent than I was that Good would beat Evil. Sometimes good men and women get punished unfairly.
Michael was found innocent as I knew he was. I was able to continue living in a world where Good prevailed. It felt as though the world had become right again.
My world died last June.
After the months of crying and misery, I’ve realized that I can’t believe in God anymore. I don’t know how long this will last, or if it will ever go away, but I just don’t have that faith. Michael was the embodiment of Good in this world to me. He was my shining example of how to live life. How to feel. How to be myself. How to treat people. How to love. He is so much and more.
I still believe in Goodness. Even at the worst moments, a little tiny part of me just knew that the Good within Michael was still alive in this world.
But now I am left feeling as though there is no reason for me to pray to God. What for? How and why would such a Good Man be taken? I feel as though God doesn’t really rule the world. I feel as though Goodness is the only thing that I can hold on to. That’s what Michael taught me. And I put my faith in Michael over Him.
I’ve been telling people, “My relationship with God is on the rocks” because it’s the truth. This week, I actually tried praying for the first time in a year, but my heart wasn’t in it. I just don’t believe anymore. I think it’s up to God to save this relationship now…
I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while now. In part to get advice, but mainly to express how I’m feeling to people who can understand. I want to preface this by saying that I am not saying Michael Jackson is God. Rather, I’m describing my relationship with both God and Michael.
I want to start by taking us back 15-20 years. I grew up in maybe the first generation of kids where it was NOT cool to like Michael Jackson. I was 8 years old when Dangerous came out. It was the first album I ever bought (thanks Mum!) and it remains my favorite MJ album to this day. I remember playing it and Thriller at my birthday party that year. Soon after, the allegations happened and it became very uncool to like Michael. But I did still like him. At that time I had no idea what the allegations even meant or what the truth was.
But I grew up and wanted to learn more, because listening to Michael makes you love Michael, and I just knew Michael was not the person the media wanted him to be. He was, actually, a true Hero. Like all of you, I quickly learned the truth about what happened and became disgusted by people’s jealousy and greed.
But my faith was not tested until 2004.
I believed in Michael more than I ever believed in God. I have never been a religious person, although I would not call myself an agnostic. I’ve always believed in Good and knew that Good would always prevail. To me, God is the goodness we see all around us. I’ve always found goodness to be beautiful. It is a power that I know exists in everyone. And I always felt the goodness in Michael's heart from the very beginning.
I grew up praying to God every night before bed. And during the trial, I prayed to God that justice would prevail. That Michael would be free. I prayed that he would be left alone with his children and never be hurt again. I was even okay if he would never do another song or performance again if it meant he would be found innocent.
I read so much about the trial and the facts that the media ignored on a daily basis. I was on MJJForum nonstop. In the end, I had no doubt in my mind about who Michael was as a person.
I believed in Michael more than anything I ever had before. Nothing had ever been so life or death to me. Most things in life we believe in are never scrutinized to such a degree as Michael’s whole life was. Most beliefs are never put on trial. It felt as though everything I ever believed in was on trial. This was it.
To me, the trial was a battle of Good versus Evil. My whole world would shatter if evil conquered. “Who would save the planet then?” I thought.
When the verdict was near, I told God one day, “I won’t believe in You if Michael is found guilty.” I was more certain that Michael was innocent than I was that Good would beat Evil. Sometimes good men and women get punished unfairly.
Michael was found innocent as I knew he was. I was able to continue living in a world where Good prevailed. It felt as though the world had become right again.
My world died last June.
After the months of crying and misery, I’ve realized that I can’t believe in God anymore. I don’t know how long this will last, or if it will ever go away, but I just don’t have that faith. Michael was the embodiment of Good in this world to me. He was my shining example of how to live life. How to feel. How to be myself. How to treat people. How to love. He is so much and more.
I still believe in Goodness. Even at the worst moments, a little tiny part of me just knew that the Good within Michael was still alive in this world.
But now I am left feeling as though there is no reason for me to pray to God. What for? How and why would such a Good Man be taken? I feel as though God doesn’t really rule the world. I feel as though Goodness is the only thing that I can hold on to. That’s what Michael taught me. And I put my faith in Michael over Him.
I’ve been telling people, “My relationship with God is on the rocks” because it’s the truth. This week, I actually tried praying for the first time in a year, but my heart wasn’t in it. I just don’t believe anymore. I think it’s up to God to save this relationship now…