In Mourning Too

Less than a week ago any news media and eight out of ten people would have made a negative comment regarding the life of Whitney Houston. Even now, the media is highlighting the most painful times in her life. I know in this day and age ratings are the end all be all of a television network, but when will networks realize that there are plenty positive things to report on that can enlighten and inspire others. There are so many young girls who want to be the next Whitney Houston. I’m not saying we should hide the flaws. I’m saying we should accentuate the positive.
Furthermore, negative attentions have turned her ex-husband Bobby Brown. Yes, Bobby has had his share of troubles. We all know that. The media has made it a never ending story. Have we all forgotten or are some of us so addicted to misery that we fail to realize Bobby was married to Whitney for years and they created a daughter together. Despite their troubles, they loved each other. They loved their daughter. Bobby is hurting too. He hurts because as a father seeing his daughter heartbroken touches a man beyond anything else. He hurts because the woman he loved is no longer here. He hurts because no matter the circumstance, he will be forever blamed for Whitney’s fall from grace.
I am reminded of Matthew 7:1-5, “Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.” I sympathize with Bobby. I pray that God brings him comfort, strengthen him and give him the mind to stand tall in the midst of accusations, ridicule and hate.
I am blind to Bobby’s perspective of this sometimes cruel and heartless world filled with people who spew daggered words and whose eyes are the color of rose. I am blind to Bobby’s perspective of the Medias who will shovel any hole, hound any snake, portray any role and pour acid in fresh wounds in order to tell a story that will send ratings through an already collapsing roof which in the end will rip the seams of swollen pockets.
I ask is it worth it? Have you walked in their shoes? Have you ever lost a loved one? Have you taken a long look in the mirror lately? I may be a nobody to some, but my words are from my heart. I pray for Bobby Brown and his family. I pray that he will find peace in his life and that he will continue to a great father to Bobbi Kristina.
In closing, it would be amiss if I didn’t end with these words song by Bobby Brown, “Some ask questions, why am I so real? But they don’t understand me. They really don’t know the deal about a brother trying hard to make it right. Not long ago, before I win this fight.  Everybody’s talking all this stuff about me. Why don’t they just let me live?”

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