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Michael – the Good Samaritan / Influence On Gospel / Michael Jackson Slept Here


Written by Niele Anderson, (Sentinel Religion Editor)

There
is a story in the bible taught by Jesus that gives an example of what
it means to truly love your neighbor beyond religious belief, ethnicity
or gender.  Michael Jackson not only revolutionized music, erased color
lines he also loved his neighbor.


The story of the Good Samaritan is found in the book of Luke Chapter 10
starting with verse 25 when an expert asked Jesus "what must I do to
inherit eternal life?" Jesus replied in verse 27 " ‘Love the Lord your
God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your
strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself".

Michael
Jackson spent his adulthood helping and remembering the forgotten. Not
only with words but with deeds of contributions to various
organizations that include AIDS Project L.A., American Cancer Society,
Angel Food, Big Brothers of Greater Los Angeles, BMI Foundation, Inc.,
Brotherhood Crusade, Brothman Burn Center, Camp Ronald McDonald
Childhelp U.S.A., Children’s Institute International, Cities and
Schools Scholarship Fund, Community Youth Sports & Arts Foundation,
Congressional Black Caucus (CBC), Dakar Foundation, Dreamstreet Kids,
Dreams Come True Charity, Elizabeth Taylor Aids Foundation, Juvenile
Diabetes Foundation, Love Match, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Minority Aids
Project, Motown Museum, NAACP, National Rainbow Coalition, Rotary Club
of Australia, Society of Singers, Starlight Foundation ,The Carter
Center’s Atlanta Project, The Sickle Cell Research Foundation,
Transafrica, United Negro College Fund (UNCF), United Negro College
Fund Ladder’s of Hope, Volunteers of America, Watts Summer Festival,
Wish Granting, YMCA (28th & Crenshaw) plus many more. Michael
Jackson also helped set up Heal The World Foundation just to name a few.

Later
in the Good Samaritan story in verse 29 the expert asked, "Who is my
neighbor"? Jesus replied "A man was going down from Jerusalem to
Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of
his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest
happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he
passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the
place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he
traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on
him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine.
Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care
of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the
innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will
reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

 "Which
of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the
hands of robbers?" The expert in the law replied, "The one who had
mercy on him." _ Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."

Not
only did Michael Jackson do likewise, he brought people together to
help on world issues. He never saw color; he never let religion become
a barrier to help others.

He
often times was persecuted for his unique way of showing love and
helping others. Michael Jackson humanitarian endeavors reached all
seven continents and brought so much joy and love to all people.

L.A. Sentinel

Michael’s Influence On Gospel
Written by Olusheyi Banjo (Contributing Writer)

On June 25 the world lost a true talent named Michael Joseph Jackson. Jackson
not only influenced pop music and r&b music, but he also influenced
gospel music with such songs as the gospel infused “Man In The Mirror”
from his “Bad” album, “Keep The Faith” and “Will You Be There” from his
“Dangerous” album and more. Jackson also had an influence on gospel
musicians and other industry insiders as well.

Gospel singer J MOSS told eurweb.com “In
my interpretation, a legend creates a path for others to walk and that
legacy continues as others trot it. An icon is someone that comes along
and changes the game. Michael Jackson in his journey was able to
accomplish both. From the percussive breathy undertones in vocal tracks
to the thunderous above and beyond presentations pushing the envelope,
Michael Jackson has influenced me in many facets of my profession. May
we all continue his legacy and keep his family lifted in comforting
prayer.”

Dewanye Woods stated “I am deeply moved by Michael
Jackson’s passing. This nation, this world has lost a musical
foundation that all of our careers as artists have been affected by in
some way, shape or form. His artistry transcends racial, political, and
social barriers and has given hope to so many. He was a legend before
his time who will live on in the music that he created and in the
hearts of his fans.”

Daryl D. Lassier, a renounced gospel
publicist said “I saw Michael the first time as the World did as a
six-year old with "The Ed Sullivan Show". It changed my world as I
along with most black boys of my youth tried to sing, dance, dress and
act like MJ.I last saw him live at the 1993 American Music Awards.
Still my favorite show of all-time was his "Bad" tour of 1988 at
Atlanta’s Omni. Yes I have all the albums, 8-tracks, cassettes, 45s,
CDs, music videos and more from the Jackson 5.As a kid, we used to
sharpen our pencils on Fridays in middle school so we could go to the
grocery store on Saturdays and use the pencils as knifes to cut out the
45 which was the back of the Sugar Smacks Cereal boxes…if you are too
young to know what a 45 is – research it. In my junior year of High
School, "Off The Wall" was a big hit and I would wear the white shirt,
black bow tie and black pants rolled up with the shiny socks to band
practice. And in college, "Thriller" was released and we all went
crazy. I remember how many people bought their first VCRs because they
wanted to see the 60-minute Thriller long form video. I got to play his
songs in the marching band and then later on the radio when I was an
announcer/program director. Later, I began producing music videos and I
always wanted to do a video like one he did. Many people today are
still doing the Thriller dance at weddings and commercials, but I was
in the marching band in college as that song was a top-10 song and we
did the dance on the field when it was a hot song…it was
incredible…Yes I stood in lines at midnight in 1991 for “Dangerous”,
in 1995 for “HIStory” and again in 2001 for “Invincible.” But my uncle
Jerry bought me the “ABC” album in 1970 and I bought all since. My
brother can tell you that I would ask for a Jackson 5 record as my
Christmas gifts. He was my boy and I will never forget this day.

D.A. Johnson of Malaco Music Group stated "The
question for years to come will be, "Where were you when you heard the
news that Michael Jackson passed?" For me and my family were in a hotel
room in NYC just getting back from attending our daughter’s High School
graduation; our son was on face book when he read the news Michael
Jackson had experienced cardiac arrest and was rushed to the hospital.
We quickly turned on the television to CNN and within moments they
announce that the LA Times had declared he had passed. My wife began to
cry because she was a devout Michael Jackson fan since childhood. It
still hasn’t sunk in yet. I’m just at a lost for words."

Gospel
group 21:03 says, “Michael Jackson will always be remembered as musical
royalty. He has influenced us and impacted our musical approach
tremendously. His legacy will live on through the careers of the
artists he touched. Our prayers are with his family.”

Singer
Brian Courtney Wilson says, “My condolences go out to the family and
friends of Michael Jackson. I pray that Michael rests in peace. He gave
us everything he had to give.”

Mary Mary facebook page says
“Last night (June 25) we received some good news from Terri
McFaddin-Solomon who is good friends with Sandra Crouch. Three weeks
ago Sandra and Andre’ spent some time with their close friend, Michael
Jackson. Michael asked Andre` to play, "It Won’t Be Long And We’ll Be
Leaving Here." Michael then prayed with Sandra and Andre and accepted
Christ into his heart. Now he’s singing in the heavenly choir! Our
hearts rejoice!”

One of Michael’s closest friends Rev. Al Sharpton
states “A friend of Michael’s for the last 35 years, I call on people
around the world to pray for him and his family in this hour. I have
known Michael since we were both teens, worked with him, marched for
him, hosted him at our House of Justice headquarters in New York, and
we joined together to eulogize our mutual idol, James Brown. I have
known him at his high moments and his low moments and I know he would
want us to pray for his family.”

 MC Hammer sums up everyone
feelings via his Twitter page “I will be mourning my friend, brother,
mentor and inspiration…He gave me and my family hope. I would never
have been me without him.” 

L.A. Sentinel

Michael Jackson Slept Here

At a difficult time in his life, the King of Pop was looking for a safe haven—and wound up at our house.



By Del Walters Published Wednesday,
July 22, 2009





On his final night in Loudoun County, Jackson hosted a gathering at the
house, where he introduced his three children to the Walters family and
posed with Taylor, 15, McClaine, 13, and their mother, Robin. Photograph courtesy of Del Walters



This is the story of how Michael Jackson—the King of Pop and at the
time one of the world’s most wanted men—hid out at my family’s house.



Among his staff, Jackson was referred to as the Principal. In our
family, he was known as the Secret—one we kept for nine days five years
ago. We believed then, and do now, that not revealing Jackson’s
whereabouts was the right thing to do. Now that he’s gone, I can tell
why and how we did it.



It was March 2004. The previous year, Jackson had appeared on TV
explaining why he believed it to be normal for adults to share their
beds with children, that it was the most loving thing you could do.
What he saw as innocent a Los Angeles district attorney saw as
criminal. Rumors were swirling that Jackson would be indicted on
charges of child molestation by an LA grand jury. The King of Pop
became a subject of ridicule. Gone was the cute boy who had swooned his
way into the hearts of generations. He was replaced by a man-child, a
suspected pedophile.



In April 2004, Jackson was to receive an award from the African
Ambassadors’ Spouses Association for his humanitarian work. But few of
the journalists seeking credentials for the event cared about his work
in Africa—they wanted to ask him about what had happened at Jackson’s
Neverland Ranch. So a routine trip to Washington became anything but
routine. Jackson needed a place to stay, and those closest to him were
finding that there was no acceptable room in a Washington hotel.



The real-estate agent assigned to locate lodgings for him was running
out of options. Stopping for a bite to eat, she saw the April 2004
Washingtonian. It featured a “Great Places to Live” article with me, my
wife, and our two children on the cover. The story talked about how we
had designed a house near Leesburg with no walls and plenty of open
space. The agent knew us well enough to pick up the phone and ask
whether we’d consider allowing Michael Jackson and his children to stay
in our home.



What would you have done if a friend had called out of the blue and
suggested that Michael Jackson might be interested in staying at your
home? We first assumed she was joking. But she was serious.



On the previous Sunday, the sermon delivered by our minister, Reverend
Dr. Norman A. Tate, had been about the Good Samaritan. Reverend Tate
was the first person we consulted. Should we offer Michael Jackson safe
haven? That night, following a lengthy family discussion and vote, we
ironed out the details and began preparing for the Jackson family’s
arrival.



Michael Jackson traveled with an entourage of 14. There were two cooks,
three nannies, three children, personal assistants, tutors, security
men, and Jackson himself. He moves in, you move out. (We stayed at a
hotel.) Those who surrounded him called him the Client or the
Principal. Rarely was he referred to by name. There were stretch
Hummers and Suburbans that suggested a visit by a head of state—which
is what our neighbors suspected.



Before he moved in, the house had to be prepared. His entourage covered
all glass windows and doors. He was to have white bed linens and towels
only. His favorite scent, a mountain fragrance, was sprayed everywhere
and lingered for weeks after his departure.



Then, under the cover of darkness, he arrived. His private jet flew in and out of the Leesburg airport.



That evening as he moved in, we dined at a local restaurant, courtesy
of the entertainer, and wondered whether he was enjoying our house as
much as we did. We wondered whether he admired the views of the Blue
Ridge Mountains from the deck and whether he took a stroll and noted
the seven species of birds that call our acres home. Did he play the
baby grand piano? Did his children frolic in the small dance studio?
Would he enjoy the pool and hot tub and five acres, or would he just
hole up and hide?



The next morning brought invitations for us to attend several events,
including a BET reception and the African ambassadors’ reception.



Before Jackson’s arrival at the BET affair, a who’s who of Washington’s
African-Amercan elite waited patiently. There were plenty of nasty
remarks; some couples talked about how they wouldn’t let their children
anywhere near Jackson. Then he arrived and the stampede began. Those
who had ridiculed him the most were first in line.



His assistant ushered us to the front of the receiving line. We were
told Jackson wanted to meet us first to thank us for allowing him and
his children to use our home. He talked about the family pictures on
the walls and how comfortable the place felt.



It was all very pleasant, but you could tell there was something
unsettled about him. You could tell what he coveted most: He’d grown up
without a childhood, and our house is filled with the kind of childhood
memories money can’t buy—baptisms, first-birthday parties, family
adventures.



To keep his stay at our house secret, we arrived there in the morning
in time for the school bus to pick up one of our two daughters. We were
always met by one of Jackson’s bodyguards dressed in all black. I
finally told him that if he wanted Jackson’s presence to remain secret,
he shouldn’t meet us every morning looking like Mr. T.



Reporters were in high gear searching for Jackson. We feared a media
circus in our neighborhood. Our daughters, then 13 and 15, went to
school each day wondering if their world would unravel.



On day eight, we were surprised Jackson wasn’t ready to leave, as the
agreement had called for. That night, he arranged for a private
wine-and-cheese reception at our own house so our children could meet
his. He was more than gracious. While I worked, my wife and daughters
were greeted by Jackson and his three kids. They spoke of childhood and
normality. His children were very talkative; he was soft-spoken but
playful. My wife described him as a gentle soul who obviously loved his
children and they him. He also was willing to discipline his kids. He
posed for pictures and agreed to autograph many things, including CDs.



By day nine, Jackson and his children were gone.



The empty wine bottles hidden around the house hinted at a man we now
know was deeply tormented. There were other signs, but my wife and I
have agreed they will remain secret. We knew from his representatives
that Jackson tended to live nocturnally, sleeping during the day and
roaming the house at night.



A visit by guests to our house now always leads to a conversation about
Jackson’s visit. His picture, taken when he was standing by our baby
grand piano, sits atop a table in the living room. Almost everyone sees
it and wonders what it was like to talk to him and have him live in our
home.



I’m always asked why I’ve never talked about Michael Jackson’s stay at
our house. I say I met Jackson three times in my life—twice face to
face.



Most African-Americans of my generation were introduced to a young
Michael Jackson through the radio or by a friend who had one of his
records. For me it was a 45-RPM played at Sonny Mason’s barbershop in
my hometown of Wheeling, West Virginia.



The second encounter was in 1984 when Jackson and his brothers kicked
off their Victory Tour in Kansas City. I stood out among the other
reporters covering it because I didn’t appear to care about Michael
Jackson the celebrity as much as I did the revenue the tour represented
in the cities it visited. That night, I received two tickets to attend
the concert and a private reception at Kansas City’s Arrowhead Stadium.
In a receiving line for the Jacksons following the concert, I met
Michael in person for the first time.



The third time was the Washington visit.



I, too, wonder why I’ve never talked before about his stay in our home.
Was it because Jackson and I were the same age or the fact that, like
so many African-Americans, I liked to remember the little kid from
Gary, Indiana, more than I did the man with another reputation?



Perhaps, as Reverend Tate suggested, it was just the right thing to do.



As word of Michael Jackson’s death on June 25 spread, my family mourned
the man we’d met not as the King of Pop but as a person trapped inside
a world that was and was not of his own creation, a man who came to us
through his representatives in need of a place to stay. As I sat on our
deck and looked west toward the Blue Ridge Mountains, I hoped he now
was seeing what I see each and every night—a perfect sunset.



This article first appeared in the August 2009 issue of The Washingtonian.

Washingtonian

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