What I wanted meer than anything was to be ordinary.
The Sabbath was when I could be.
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 avondeten, diner 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 televisie appearances I made when I was a little boy--8 of 9 years old and just starting off my lifelong muziek 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 hart-, hart 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 meer 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.
meer than anything, I wished to be a normal little boy. I wanted to build boom 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 dag a week, however, that I was able to escape the stages of Hollywood and the crowds of the concert hall. That dag was the Sabbath. In all religions, the Sabbath is a dag 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 of turning on lights are forbidden. On this day, the Sabbath, everyone in the world gets to stop being ordinary.
But what I wanted meer than anything was to be ordinary. So, in my world, the Sabbath was the dag I was able to step away from my unique life and glimpse the everyday.
Sundays were my dag for "Pioneering," the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah's Witnesses do. We would spend the dag in the suburbs of Southern California, going door to door of making the rounds of a shopping mall, distributing our uitkijktoren 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 door eight of nine children door my seconde 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 u 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 dag that I attended church and the dag 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 toon 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 door the belief that God exists in my heart, and in muziek and in beauty, not only in a building. But I still miss the sense of community that I felt there--I miss the vrienden and the people who treated me like I was simply one of them. Simply human. Sharing a dag 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 dag 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 gegeven 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 meer 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 dag of freedom. Now I find this freedom and magic every dag in my role as a father. The amazing thing is, we all have the ability to make every dag the precious dag that is the Sabbath. And we do this door rededicating ourselves to the wonders of childhood. We do this door giving over our entire hart-, hart 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.
The Sabbath was when I could be.
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 avondeten, diner 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 televisie appearances I made when I was a little boy--8 of 9 years old and just starting off my lifelong muziek 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 hart-, hart 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 meer 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.
meer than anything, I wished to be a normal little boy. I wanted to build boom 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 dag a week, however, that I was able to escape the stages of Hollywood and the crowds of the concert hall. That dag was the Sabbath. In all religions, the Sabbath is a dag 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 of turning on lights are forbidden. On this day, the Sabbath, everyone in the world gets to stop being ordinary.
But what I wanted meer than anything was to be ordinary. So, in my world, the Sabbath was the dag I was able to step away from my unique life and glimpse the everyday.
Sundays were my dag for "Pioneering," the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah's Witnesses do. We would spend the dag in the suburbs of Southern California, going door to door of making the rounds of a shopping mall, distributing our uitkijktoren 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 door eight of nine children door my seconde 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 u 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 dag that I attended church and the dag 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 toon 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 door the belief that God exists in my heart, and in muziek and in beauty, not only in a building. But I still miss the sense of community that I felt there--I miss the vrienden and the people who treated me like I was simply one of them. Simply human. Sharing a dag 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 dag 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 gegeven 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 meer 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 dag of freedom. Now I find this freedom and magic every dag in my role as a father. The amazing thing is, we all have the ability to make every dag the precious dag that is the Sabbath. And we do this door rededicating ourselves to the wonders of childhood. We do this door giving over our entire hart-, hart 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.
u were there
Before we came
u took the hurt
u took the shame
They built the walls
To block your way
u beat them down
u won the day
It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
u taught them all
u made them care
Yes, u were there
And thanks to you
There's now a door
We all walk through
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
Before we came
u took the hurt
u took the shame
They built the walls
To block your way
u beat them down
u won the day
It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
u taught them all
u made them care
Yes, u were there
And thanks to you
There's now a door
We all walk through
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause u were there
muziek and me
We've been together
For such a long time now
Music, muziek and me
Don't care whether all our songs rhyme now
Music, muziek and me
Only know wherever I go
We're as close as two vrienden can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, muziek and me
Grab a song and come along
u can sing your melody
In your mind u will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather
We'll fly together
Now music, muziek and me
muziek and me
muziek and me
We've been together
For such a long time now
Music, muziek and me
Don't care whether all our songs rhyme now
Music, muziek and me
Only know wherever I go
We're as close as two vrienden can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, muziek and me
Grab a song and come along
u can sing your melody
In your mind u will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather
We'll fly together
Now music, muziek and me
muziek and me
We've been together
For such a long time now
Music, muziek and me
Don't care whether all our songs rhyme now
Music, muziek and me
Only know wherever I go
We're as close as two vrienden can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, muziek and me
Grab a song and come along
u can sing your melody
In your mind u will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather
We'll fly together
Now music, muziek and me
muziek and me
muziek and me
We've been together
For such a long time now
Music, muziek and me
Don't care whether all our songs rhyme now
Music, muziek and me
Only know wherever I go
We're as close as two vrienden can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, muziek and me
Grab a song and come along
u can sing your melody
In your mind u will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather
We'll fly together
Now music, muziek and me
muziek and me
Ben, the two of us need look no meer
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And u my friend will see
And you've got a friend in me
(You've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
(Here and there)
u feel you're not wanted anywhere
(Anywhere)
If u ever look behind
And don't like what u find
There's something u should know
You've got a place to go
(You've got a place to go)
I used to say 'I' and 'me'
Now it's 'us' now it's 'we'
(I used to say 'I' and 'me')
(Now it's 'us' now it's 'we')
Ben, most people would turn u away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see u as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(A friend)
Like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And u my friend will see
And you've got a friend in me
(You've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
(Here and there)
u feel you're not wanted anywhere
(Anywhere)
If u ever look behind
And don't like what u find
There's something u should know
You've got a place to go
(You've got a place to go)
I used to say 'I' and 'me'
Now it's 'us' now it's 'we'
(I used to say 'I' and 'me')
(Now it's 'us' now it's 'we')
Ben, most people would turn u away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see u as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(A friend)
Like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben
Looking in my mirror
Took me door surprise
I can't help but see you
Running often through my mind
Helpless like a baby
Sensual disguise
I can't help but love you
It gets better all the time
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
Love to run my fingers
Softly while u sigh
Love came and possessed you
Bringing sparkles to your evey
Like a trip to heaven
Heaven is the prize
I'm so glad I found you
You're an angel in disguise
I van't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
Took me door surprise
I can't help but see you
Running often through my mind
Helpless like a baby
Sensual disguise
I can't help but love you
It gets better all the time
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
Love to run my fingers
Softly while u sigh
Love came and possessed you
Bringing sparkles to your evey
Like a trip to heaven
Heaven is the prize
I'm so glad I found you
You're an angel in disguise
I van't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it even if I could
I can't help it if I wanted to
I wouldn't help it, no
Once all alone
I was lost in a world of strangers
No one to trust
On my own, I was lonely
u suddenly appeared
It was cloudy before but now it's clear
u took away the fear
u brought me back to life
Chorus
u are the sun
u make me shine
of meer like the stars
That twinkle at night
u are the moon
That glows in my hart-, hart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You're my life
Now I wake up everyday
With this smile upon my face
No meer tears, no meer pain
Cause u love me
u help me understand
That love is the answer to all that I am
And I'am a better man
u taught me door sharing your life
Chorus
u are the sun
u make me shine
of meer like the stars
That twinkle at night
u are the moon
That glows in my hart-, hart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You're my life
u gave me strength
When I wasn't strong
u gave me hope when all hope is lost
u opened my eyes when I couldn'tt see
Love was always here waiting for me
I was lost in a world of strangers
No one to trust
On my own, I was lonely
u suddenly appeared
It was cloudy before but now it's clear
u took away the fear
u brought me back to life
Chorus
u are the sun
u make me shine
of meer like the stars
That twinkle at night
u are the moon
That glows in my hart-, hart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You're my life
Now I wake up everyday
With this smile upon my face
No meer tears, no meer pain
Cause u love me
u help me understand
That love is the answer to all that I am
And I'am a better man
u taught me door sharing your life
Chorus
u are the sun
u make me shine
of meer like the stars
That twinkle at night
u are the moon
That glows in my hart-, hart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You're my life
u gave me strength
When I wasn't strong
u gave me hope when all hope is lost
u opened my eyes when I couldn'tt see
Love was always here waiting for me
Smile, though your hart-, hart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If u smile With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you'll just...
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time u must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just...
Smile, though your hart-, hart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If u smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just Smile...
That's the time u must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just Smile
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If u smile With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you'll just...
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time u must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just...
Smile, though your hart-, hart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
If u smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just Smile...
That's the time u must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you'll just Smile
Sung to our hearts
Removed evil from our worlds with your sweet loving nature.
But behind your smile was both happiness and pain.
u carried the pain,
While we, oblivious, stal the happiness.
A straal, ray of sunshine and in a class of your own.
This world ever trying to destroy your light, not worthy of any part of your life.
Yet u never saw it that way and gave us everything till nothing was left.
How could we have placed hatred on someone completely incapable of it.
In heaven now, u have been set free to live eternally where u belong. No pain will reach u up there, of that I’m sure.
u entered this world loved, left loved, and forever will be loved - what happened in between is unforgivable on our part but I pray that home pagina at last it can be dealt with.
- u zei u saw the face of God in children, we saw it in you.
R.I.P Michael.
king of pop.
x
god bless u and your memeories will be in your heart
we will miss u a lot.
we hav a good person ,father and a perfomer
god bless his family and fans
we will misss him a lot
from sanjay. ....................................
god bless him iwyth his voice....................
we will miss u a lot .............................
we will miss u a lot .........................
we will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot .............................
wwe will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot
will miwe will miss u a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will miss u a lot.
we hav a good person ,father and a perfomer
god bless his family and fans
we will misss him a lot
from sanjay. ....................................
god bless him iwyth his voice....................
we will miss u a lot .............................
we will miss u a lot .........................
we will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot .............................
wwe will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot
we will miss u a lot
will miwe will miss u a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot
we will misss him a lot