Hi ladies. I know this post is pretty well out of the “norm” for this blog as I almost never comment on current events, and I dont think I have ever commented on anything even bordering celebrity news.
And yet, as I sit down to write my post about cleaning out my pantry, which I will do very shortly, my heart is just aching over the death of the troubled soul singer Amy Winehouse. In case some of you dont know who she is, Winehouse rocketed to pop stardom a few years ago with her unique musical style that harkened back to the girl groups of the 60s. She was praised by music critics and fans alike for her fantastic voice and care for musical detail. And yet all the while this young woman has been in the news repeatedly for her addictions to crack cocaine and alcohol. She has been in and out of rehab for years, and her music career has been pretty well on hold the past few years as she battled the demons of addiction. She tried to relaunch a tour earlier this summer but was booed off stage at her first performance, clearly too high and/or drunk to sing her songs.
I dont keep my finger on the pulse of much of modern music, as I dont care for most of it, and yet somehow this woman touched my heart, and I developed a soft spot for her, not so much as an artist (though I do like her music), but as a fellow human being. I tended to read any story I would see about her, wondering how she was doing, and i would pray for her as the Lord led, praying she would get the help she needed from Jesus to turn her life around and put the clearly God-given talent to serving Him and bringing joy to others.
But alas, it was not to be. Miss Winehouse has joined the ranks of so many other talented young people who have gone before her down the road of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and, like many of them, her years did not number more than 27 (Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison and Cobain all also died at age 27). My heart breaks for her and her family and friends and the waste of the precious life God gave this woman, so short and so full of misery and pain. It’s times like this when I shout out with the Psalmist and ask “Why, Lord?” And it’s also times like this when I humbly confess that, there but for the grace of God, go I. As Paul said, I am the greatest of sinners, and before I met Jesus I was on that same wide path to destruction. If you would have told me as a very lost 16 year old girl that I would someday be writing a blog about Christian stay at home mom and wifery, I would have laughed in your face. But for the intervention of Christ in my life, while I may not have had the fame Winehouse did, I may have had a similarly rocky and short life. Amy’s death brings me humility; my life is filled with so many good things, all owed to the Lord, none that I deserve or merit. God’s grace is a mystery indeed.
I pray that Amy’s life and death will serve, if nothing else, as a wake up call to others who struggle with addiction and purposelessness in their life to see that they can find wholeness, healing, and identity in Jesus, and get off the path that leads to destruction and on the narrow road that leads to life. May the Lord have mercy and give grace to us all.