Michael Jackson has been top of the headlines for the last ten days.  Dead at the age of 50, a man who seemingly had everything the world could offer, except the security that a relationship with God can bring.

Whilst I was at Exeter University, through his friendship with Uri Geller, he joined the board of Exeter City as a honorary director, which included a visit to the stadium which turbed the city upside down.

It is hard to think of a sadder public figure in recent years. A man who struggled with his identity.  He seemed to be a very confused man.

I think my key thought is what would have happened if someone had protected him, parented him, challenged him, loved him, encouraged him to feel secure.  As a society, to some degree, we failed him.