So. I'm working at my desk this morning and at about 9:15 the power dies. Everywhere as far as the eye could see. I kept an appointment under a skylight in the building's common area. Still no juice, so I hopped into my car and explored to see what I could about the extent of the outage. I found the limits of it, and was near Starbucks at a red light that works.
In front of me was a white mid 90s Buick with a painted sheet of plywood secured to 2 2x4s which were resting on the edges of the roofline and strapped on. It was a stage. A cartop stage. Lights aimed at it were mounted on a rear spoiler. The windshield was smashed, but not so I couldn't make out a large fake crown lying on the dash. Then I saw the magnetic sign on the door. Michael Jackson Impersonator For Hire.
I have seen this local incarnation of the gloved one sampling his services in full Jocko dress in parking lots around town, on the ground. But now he has added a stage to his car roof. And spoiler lights for.....effect.
I thought, "That guy is sold out." He has his eggs in the basket of imitating the dead King of Pop, add I am ashamed for MYSELF because I am not that sold on imitating the resurrected King of Kings.
I envy Faux Michael. The children of the world of THIS generation are wiser than the children of light. I dont want to be faux Jesus-follower.
How much am I willing to yield and forsake myself to appear foolish for His name's sake?
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