King of Pop

While exercising at the YMCA this morning, all I could find for news on the TV screen was about Michael Jackson's death. Despite his dissolute and bizarre lifestyle, what I heard was mostly hagiography. It was almost as if death erases everything, rather than writing it all in indelible ink. As if death sanctifies rather than finalizes. God doesn't say, "Never mind at our death." The only death that sanctifies and erases is Jesus' resurrection-reversed death.