On Wednesday a rock star died. He was, they say an icon. I don’t know. I never liked his music. Frankly, I could care less other than the fact that he was not a Christian. That is the great tragedy of his life, he did not know Christ. As I right this, I’m pissed with God. The beautiful thing about God is He allows you to be pissed with Him. Trust me, I’m pissed. Frankly, I’ve reached the point of no return. I’m tired. I’ve spent five years dealing with finances and I’ve reached the end, literally and figuratively. I have spent the past twenty-four hours telling God how pissed I am with Him. That’s okay, I’m in good company. David did the same thing. Let’s put it this way, Job and I have become BFFs.
The rock star who died belonged to a cult which did not believe in Christ. That is a great tragedy. Also this week, 250 young women who refused to be sex slaves for ISIS monsters were executed. No one cares. We don’t know if they were Christians or not. In today’s world, apparently the only people who matter are famous rock stars.
Sad, isn’t it?