Since I found out about Anna Nicole Smith’s death, at the age of 39, I’ve been pondering what our response should be. How should people of faith react to the tragedy that was her life.
If we were to be just honest enough, and just sarcastic enough, we would declare a national day of mourning for Anna.
The old Frank Sinatra myopic Miracle of the Bells spoke of a nation called to mourning for an actress that embodied her humble roots, her faith, and the hope of her people.
We’ve been transported 59 years into the future and our nation should mourn for its symbolic princess.
Like the fictional Olga Treskovna, Vickie Lynn Hogan came from poor rural roots. Whatever her connection was to those roots, unlike Olga she left them in rapid succession, drinking her fill of the majority of the seven deadly sins.
Anna Nicole symbolizes much of what we have become. Gluttonous, lazy, imbibed with sex, drugs, and partying, living an I’m OK, you’re OK, no fault life. A life that left a wake of death behind it.
The press tries to dig in an find the witnesses who protest her sweetness, her simplicity. She was OK, things just happen. She was sad, it was the alcohol, or drugs, or men, or…
We need that national day of mourning, mourning for what we now produce. We once proclaimed our values, basic values, now we proclaim lives like Anna’s. We once produced steel, now we produce Anna and Brittney, and so many others, willing to sell themselves for what the American dream has become.
As people of faith we must pray for Anna. First for the repose of her soul. I offer that prayer.
We must also pray for all those on Anna’s path, on the great bling encrusted American production line. God save them.
And we must repent, for our desires, our pennies spent foolishly, make it all happen.
For more see the Daily Mail’s: Legacy of a gold-digger.