The news has been obsessed with the recent passing of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson. All three were famous for different reasons. Ed was the ultimate second banana and sidekick. Farrah was the poster girl of the 1980s. Michael was the talent who became a caricature and, in reality, a pathetic picture of someone perverted and sick.
Now all three of them are dead. No matter who they were or what they had, they are all equal today. Passed from this life. Either in heaven or hell. Based on their lifestyles, one would have to assume they died without Christ.
I heard friends say they were “with the angels and with God.” I doubt it. That’s a universalist view that denies the holiness of God and the sin of man. Their fame and fortune could not deny or spare them from the fact that it is “appointed unto man once to die and after that the judgment.”
The media has been obsessed with these deaths. They can’t stop talking about them. Relatives and creditors will fight over the estates. Before the bodies are in the ground, lawyers will probate the will.
I choose to think about some godly saint who died today and met the Lord Jesus. The media could care less about such people. The Master gives His undivided attention to His saints. “Blessed in the sight of the Lord is the death of His godly ones.”