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Michael Jackson Pray for Michael Jackson It was announced earlier that Michael Jackson suffered cardiac arrest. Please keep him and his family in prayer. We gather in prayer for entertainer Michael Jackson who has suffered cardiac arrest. We pray that he is under the best care at the hospital, with doctors who will administer care to him with the utmost integrity and compassion. We pray for his family--his brothers, sisters, mother and father--that at this moment they will gather together bringing him positive, healing energy. We pray that all of his friends and fans would be in prayer for him around the clock until word is received that he is stabilized and even thereafter for his well being. We claim healing, wellness, and peace over him and his family. beliefscomforter -6/25/2009

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	Sherlock 6/25/2009 21:49	May God bless Michael's spirit and bring him to dwell with Him now, and may He be with his children, family and all who mourn. Amen!
	serenity Greenpeace 6/25/2009 23:10	O Lord, You always love to distribute Mercy and Graces. For this reason, I never cease asking of You to think of the souls of Your servants whom You have taken from this world. Do not leave them under the power of the enemy and do not ever forget them. Order Your Holy Angels to take and lead them to their heavenly home. They hoped for You, they believed in You. So do not let them endure the punishments of Purgatory, but let them have the Eternal Joys. Through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.
	Samoa 6/26/2009 01:21	Loving God, May the family and friends of Michael feel your everlasting presence during these difficult times. May Michael rest in peace and remember all of the joy that he brought to millions of people all over the world. Amen.
	Sigmund 6/27/2009 12:05	Dear Lord, Bless Michael's soul as he enters your Kingdom. He has been a good and faithful servant, has spread your message of peace to the world, healed millions through his music, brought joy to us all through the grace of his God-given talents. Comfort his children, and the rest of his family and friends, as we all attempt to heal from this loss.
	sentient 6/27/2009 12:06	Dear Lord, Bless Michael's soul as he enters your Kingdom. He has been a good and faithful servant, has spread your message of peace to the world, healed millions through his music, brought joy to us all through the grace of his God-given talents. Comfort his children, and the rest of his family and friends, as we all attempt to heal from this loss.
	genie 7/3/2009 12:35	Our father which art in heaven, I pray for the long road that is head of the Jackson Family now. And a special prayer for Mr. Joe Jackson, being a proud father that he is of his son Micheal Jackson. i believe he taught his children the way he wanted them to go as the bible said. yet some how it seems he is being punished for that, no one is perfect . I pray mic heals' children will stay with the family they know and love and not be separated from each other and god some how i feel that mic heals' presence in this world had a great impact on it, yet some how i feel that the impact on the universe was even greater ! thanks God Amen

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Prayer for Michael Jackson and the Jackson Family

Let us pray for Michael Jackson and all those who love him.

BY: Rev. Laurie Sue Brockway

Dear God, Divine Spirit of love and compassion,
Please grace us with your loving presence,
As we take a moment to remember Michael Jackson.

The world has been stunned by the loss of one so young,
We grieve that life has come to an end for this great talent.
Many fans share this time of pain and sorrow,
As well as the sadness of this shocking end to an era.

Please help those who are suffering through this loss,
We ask, especially, that you uphold his family,
That you comfort his grieving mother,
And that you embrace his children,
Who now must go on without a parent.
May they find solace, somehow, in the love flowing forth for their father.

For all those who grieve, please bring peace in knowing
that his spirit, his music, and his contribution will live on.

Dearest Creator, we pray,
Gently guide the soul of your son, Michael Jackson, back home.
Hold him close, renew him.
Enfold him in your divine grace.
May he be healed and made whole again.

He was a bright star but also led a sad life.
Please heal the hurtful parts and
those who may have been hurt in some way.

As we remember his contributions and controversies,
As we listen to his music and watch his videos,
As we hear so many recount their memories of him,
Let us be thankful for all he has given us,
And let us hope for healing for all from the darker side of fame and fortune.

Amen.

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My Childhood, My Sabbath, My Freedom - By Michael Jackson - Beliefnet.com

My Childhood, My Sabbath, My Freedom

What I wanted more than anything was to be ordinary. The Sabbath was when I could be.

BY: Michael Jackson

This story first ran on Beliefnet in December, 2000.

Childhood
"Have you seen my childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne…"

Written and Composed by Michael Jackson

In one of our conversations together, my friend Rabbi Shmuley told me that he had asked some of his colleagues–-writers, thinkers, and artists-–to pen their reflections on the Sabbath. He then suggested that I write down my own thoughts on the subject, a project I found intriguing and timely due to the recent death of Rose Fine, a Jewish woman who was my beloved childhood tutor and who traveled with me and my brothers when we were all in the Jackson Five.

Last Friday night I joined Rabbi Shmuley, his family, and their guests for the Sabbath dinner at their home. What I found especially moving was when Shmuley and his wife placed their hands on the heads of their young children, and blessed them to grow to be like Abraham and Sarah, which I understand is an ancient Jewish tradition. This led me to reminisce about my own childhood, and what the Sabbath meant to me growing up.

When people see the television appearances I made when I was a little boy--8 or 9 years old and just starting off my lifelong music career--they see a little boy with a big smile. They assume that this little boy is smiling because he is joyous, that he is singing his heart out because he is happy, and that he is dancing with an energy that never quits because he is carefree.

But while singing and dancing were, and undoubtedly remain, some of my greatest joys, at that time what I wanted more than anything else were the two things that make childhood the most wondrous years of life, namely, playtime and a feeling of freedom. The public at large has yet to really understand the pressures of childhood celebrity, which, while exciting, always exacts a very heavy price.

More than anything, I wished to be a normal little boy. I wanted to build tree houses and go to roller-skating parties. But very early on, this became impossible. I had to accept that my childhood would be different than most others. But that's what always made me wonder what an ordinary childhood would be like.

There was one day a week, however, that I was able to escape the stages of Hollywood and the crowds of the concert hall. That day was the Sabbath. In all religions, the Sabbath is a day that allows and requires the faithful to step away from the everyday and focus on the exceptional. I learned something about the Jewish Sabbath in particular early on from Rose, and my friend Shmuley further clarified for me how, on the Jewish Sabbath, the everyday life tasks of cooking dinner, grocery shopping, and mowing the lawn are forbidden so that humanity may make the ordinary extraordinary and the natural miraculous. Even things like shopping or turning on lights are forbidden. On this day, the Sabbath, everyone in the world gets to stop being ordinary.

But what I wanted more than anything was to be ordinary. So, in my world, the Sabbath was the day I was able to step away from my unique life and glimpse the everyday.

Sundays were my day for "Pioneering," the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah's Witnesses do. We would spend the day in the suburbs of Southern California, going door to door or making the rounds of a shopping mall, distributing our Watchtower magazine. I continued my pioneering work for years and years after my career had been launched.

Up to 1991, the time of my Dangerous tour, I would don my disguise of fat suit, wig, beard, and glasses and head off to live in the land of everyday America, visiting shopping plazas and tract homes in the suburbs. I loved to set foot in all those houses and catch sight of the shag rugs and La-Z-Boy armchairs with kids playing Monopoly and grandmas baby-sitting and all those wonderfully ordinary and, to me, magical scenes of life. Many, I know, would argue that these things seem like no big deal. But to me they were positively fascinating.

The funny thing is, no adults ever suspected who this strange bearded man was. But the children, with their extra intuition, knew right away. Like the Pied Piper of Hamlin, I would find myself trailed by eight or nine children by my second round of the shopping mall. They would follow and whisper and giggle, but they wouldn't reveal my secret to their parents. They were my little aides. Hey, maybe you bought a magazine from me. Now you're wondering, right?

Sundays were sacred for two other reasons as I was growing up. They were both the day that I attended church and the day that I spent rehearsing my hardest. This may seem against the idea of "rest on the Sabbath," but it was the most sacred way I could spend my time: developing the talents that God gave me. The best way I can imagine to show my thanks is to make the very most of the gift that God gave me.

Church was a treat in its own right. It was again a chance for me to be "normal." The church elders treated me the same as they treated everyone else. And they never became annoyed on the days that the back of the church filled with reporters who had discovered my whereabouts. They tried to welcome them in. After all, even reporters are the children of God.

When I was young, my whole family attended church together in Indiana. As we grew older, this became difficult, and my remarkable and truly saintly mother would sometimes end up there on her own. When circumstances made it increasingly complex for me to attend, I was comforted by the belief that God exists in my heart, and in music and in beauty, not only in a building. But I still miss the sense of community that I felt there--I miss the friends and the people who treated me like I was simply one of them. Simply human. Sharing a day with God.

When I became a father, my whole sense of God and the Sabbath was redefined. When I look into the eyes of my son, Prince, and daughter, Paris, I see miracles and I see beauty. Every single day becomes the Sabbath. Having children allows me to enter this magical and holy world every moment of every day. I see God through my children. I speak to God through my children. I am humbled for the blessings He has given me.

There have been times in my life when I, like everyone, has had to wonder about God's existence. When Prince smiles, when Paris giggles, I have no doubts. Children are God's gift to us. No--they are more than that--they are the very form of God's energy and creativity and love. He is to be found in their innocence, experienced in their playfulness.

My most precious days as a child were those Sundays when I was able to be free. That is what the Sabbath has always been for me. A day of freedom. Now I find this freedom and magic every day in my role as a father. The amazing thing is, we all have the ability to make every day the precious day that is the Sabbath. And we do this by rededicating ourselves to the wonders of childhood. We do this by giving over our entire heart and mind to the little people we call son and daughter. The time we spend with them is the Sabbath. The place we spend it is called Paradise.

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World Celebrates the Life of Michael Jackson

Millions of fans across the United States and in many countries around the world gathered to watch television and Internet coverage of pop star Michael Jackson's public memorial service on Tuesday in Los Angeles. The memorial came nearly two weeks after Jackson died at the age of 50 . VOA's Chris Simkins has more on how people paid their final farewell to Jackson and celebrated the life of the singing sensation.