look up here I’m in heaven
Where were you when the planes started flying into the Twin Towers?
I remember hearing the news on the way to do “the banking” in Plymouth.
So today mid-way between Burgess Hill and Horsham I tuned in to 6 Music in a state of confusion, as people left their tributes to David Bowie.
Over the last few days I’ve been astounded by the quality of his latest album “Black Star”.
It’s unmistakeable Bowie, but with a fresh twist.
In effect this groundbreaking artist has had a crack at written his own epitaph.
So is he really in heaven?
Only The Lord knows, but if he is wouldn’t you want to join him?
We’re not required to dress up like him to enter heaven (although I certainly did after “Low” was launched).
To step into heaven we need someone else’s clothes.
Spotless garments provided by The Lord himself.
Everyone who acknowledges their unsuitability to dine with the God of Heaven need only repent of their unworthiness and look to The Son of God who was crucified that we may go back stage with Jesus, and see how he treats his special guests.
Once we’re in heaven we’ll not be looking out for Presley, Bowie, or any other star.
One man will outshine them all, Jesus – The Lamb of God.
The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.