Yesterday was Amy Winehouse’s funeral. She was 27 when she died on Friday, and it’s got to be one of the least surprising early deaths ever. In fact, I just found a website that, on December 13th, 2007 did a poll for what day Winehouse would die, offering an iPod to the person who guessed the exact date.
It’s heart breaking. She was some mommy’s daughter, and God the Father’s precious child. Jesus died for her.
And it should be a wake-up call. When the celebrities and superstar athletes and powerful politicians and corporate giants have everything someone could want, but develop addictions because they’re constantly seeking more, and lives that implode and are so pathetic they become jokes, it should be a wake-up call. What we think will satisfy us – money, fame, power, success – it’s not enough and never will be. It wasn’t for them, and it won’t be for us.
We were made for God. And we will forever be restless and desperately seeking until we find our satisfaction in Him.