What we think about expands. What we focus on grows. We live in a day and age where tragic news sends us to the phone, television, and Internet…so caught up in the whimsy of ‘spreading’ we’ve forgotten the Lord’s example to first pray.
And maybe we’re not all guilty, but I know I am. I powered on my phone and got Momma’s text about Whitney’s death this morning. With thoughts of ‘this can’t be true’ ringing in my ears, I ran to the Internet, the mighty mix of truth and mayhem. All the details were there…more than I wanted, needed, or was even willing to know. I refused to click on the link about Whitney’s partying the night before…I don’t want to know that.
I used to date a guy who’s father always said “You can’t out slick the slicker”. For years I believed it, but now I think we can. In fact, we have to. There’s a wisdom to life we must employ.
God doesn’t “pluck special flowers from the earth so He can have more in His garden.” He’s not in need of precious angels so “He takes some from the earth.” There was no need of another songbird in Heaven so “God took Whitney home to sing Him songs of majesty.”
We’ve become so good at flattery and icing over things, we rarely give our voices to what we know for sure.
Untimely death is the result of the work of the enemy. John 10:10 says Satan comes to kill, steal, and destroy. Christ came so that we might have life, and have it more abundantly.
I hurt over Whitney Houston‘s passing. For one, I’m fan, I have been since the very first time I heard her sing on As The World Turns, but also because it was a slow death. In the end, Whitney Houston’s life was an outright and brutal rape of the anointing and glory of God.
Thank God the glorious parts were captured and recorded. We never have to struggle to remember the time when her voice was as enriching as water: fresh, pure, and clean. We can access the footage whenever we need to.
But neither do we have to struggle to remember how the enemy wedged his way into her camp, armed with the tools he knew might destroy her and began to work his deliberate, methodical, evil plan in her life. He stole Whitney’s identity. When it was all said and done, he managed to strip of her the glory coat God sent her here to earth in. And we ache all the more because we watched it happen.
I wanted to come here and say a bunch of beautiful things in the wake of all this destruction. I had plans to talk about how God is married to the backslider. Which is true, but there’s a part I wanted to twist there the Spirit of the Lord wouldn’t let me.
In Jeremiah 3:14, God is pleading with the backslidden children He’s married to to “turn”. To allow Him to lead them to pastors after God’s own heart ready to feed them with knowledge and understanding.
The word “turn” there in the original Hebrew language is about reporting back, coming home, and restoration. We, the followers of the Word of God, must let our thoughts and ways led by His Word, nothing else.
Whitney is sleeping. And when the dead in Christ rise, on that great day of resurrection, I pray she rises, too. But while we await that blessed day, let us hold fast and never forget the requirement of discipleship that’s wedded to our faith.
Christ said come as you are: dirty liars, filthy whores, stumbling drunks, wicked murderers, cunning thieves, manipulators, lovers of money and things, etc…
And love them as they come. It’s the light of your love and discipleship that’ll change them. The power of your wisdom, knowledge, and understanding will stand as representative of the grace and glory of God…. Who ensures us that until everyone called to the Kingdom has lifted voice to reclaim their stolen identity, He waits in His return.
- I pray God strengthens and comforts Bobbi Kris, Bobby Brown, Cissy Houston, Dionne Warwick, and Whitney’s host of other family, friends, and many many fans. She will be sorely missed. In Jesus Name, Amen.