Jerry Lee Lewis has died.
If you know me, you know this is a hard day… made harder by the pronouncements from the holy that he has finally descended into the hell he richly deserved.
Some wonder why I have associated so closely with such a heathen and have done so since before I drew my first breath.
The good Lord knew that to live the life set before me I would need to have an indomitable spirit and thus , He gave me a passion for the music of the man with the most indomitable spirit in music history.
I would kick in my mothers womb when I heard “Whole Lotta Shaking Going On” and when she gave birth I would only sleep if rocked to the song over and over again.
Mom says I wore out the cradle, the records, and her.
As I got old enough, I would play those 45 records until the grooves were white, then send Grandma to find new copies.
The music and the man have been part of every day of my life…sometimes they were the reason I chose to keep living.
The call was to endure…be indomitable.
He rose and fell and rose and fell over and over again…but he never lost sight of the other side of the Jordan.
Social media is busy listing his most notorious sins… there are more that they knew nothing of.
However wicked you believe him to have been, let me assure you that he was worse at times than your imagination could handle.
As a side note, Christians are often eager to condemn those they despise who may actually seek the Lord, but baptize those who practice the same sins if they favor them.
They hope that some never hear the Good News…or that the news is just good enough for them and those that matter to them.
Some of you are going to be gravely disappointed by this, but Jerry Lee did not bust hell wide open, but there is a whole lotta shakin’ going on inside the gates of glory.
Jerry Lee Lewis gambled hard on the grace on God…he endured holy discipline that would have, should have, buried a lesser man or brought to repentance a wiser one.
A few years ago, he started cramming for finals.
The fear of God instilled in him by a little Assembly of God in Ferriday, Louisiana took hold and he started getting right with God.
Age and infirmity make holiness easier to find…
My hope was that when the time came he would go in peace and with joy, not with fear…I understand that prayer was answered.
For those asking…I’m ok.
I’m all in on the same Savior.
Me and Jesus have been preparing for this for a long time.
He took the man, but left the music….and assured me that the next time I see the Killer, I’ll have the best seats in the house…and the song will never end.
Make your own application…