I was in LA when Michael Jackson died. We live down the street from UCLA’s Emergency Room, so we walked into Westwood where hundreds of people had already gathered in candlelight vigil. Even Jesus was there, long hair, robe and everything, praying for the soul of Michael.
Last week at PT, the subject came up and Sarah mentioned she was in LA that weekend as well. She was on her way to the airport, fighting traffic on the 405, and some radio station was playing Beat It. Suddenly, it seemed like every car on the freeway had its windows down, tuned into the same song, so that the entire freeway, the entire moment, was the dedication of a voice that lived on.
Jesus was resurrected 3 days after he died. Or was it his spirit, through his passion and his words?
I’ve often wondered how to live on after physical death. I envision it will require a light so radiant and life-giving, it will live on after my passing, connecting the hearts and dreams of people.