I just had one of those moments.  You’ve been there.  You are in an audience where the speaker steps up with his notes in his hand and then flings them to the side while stating “I had this beautiful speech all planned out… yadda yadda”.  I have been considering this post for several days, had it all outlined, all the points ready to go, yet when I sat down to type it an awesome truth hit me.

I was going to wax poetic about my King:

~Never having millions hoping for a ticket to get into an arena to pay tribute to Him at His death

~Never having friends perpetuate stereotypes in His honor

~Never having His eulogy streamed live across the internet to throngs of frenzied fans and thrill seekers

~Never having His family able to speak openly and publicly of their love for Him

It is funny to me that His life and death in many respects ran counter to the life of Michael Jackson.  Jesus was loved, followed, and adored for the time before His death when His own turned against Him.  Michael Jackson was scorned for years, yet at this death all seemed forgotten.  Yet, I cannot write of a King that did not receive the adoration He deserved at His non-existent funeral.  There is no need to bring up the pauper’s grave, or the stone that sealed the tomb.

There is no need to bemoan the folly of my King being slighted at His death.  Why?

Because my King is risen!!

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