While we have lost many men and women to death over this last year. Those who were considered celebrities and the elite, because the average person receives no special regard when they pass on, except from those close to them.

This world is set up to elevate a select few, not solely based on their hard work, but through systems that favor and elevate them, in return for making packs with ungodly people, principalities and unprincipled idolatry.

Meanwhile, it’s always sad when someone passes. And while many are particularly fondest and supportive of Charlie Kirk’s organization and wife because it’s political-based, I find the greatest sadness in my heart for the loss of Ozzy Osbourne.

Yes, a man who called himself the Prince of Darkness, a naïve man who loved his family more than anything, who abused himself more than anyone.

He had a kind, gentle heart and loving eyes—the windows to the soul—but he was lost, deceived, and created for himself a dark persona.

He idolized his fame and his fans more than seeking a true relationship with God. He was inquisitive of God but had not yet found Him.

That’s right—Ozzy Osbourne, the foul-mouthed metalhead, not the most educated man, but he loved his mother and father deeply. He honored his father’s sacrifice, who spent the last money they had to buy Ozzy the equipment that would change his life and give him an opportunity after being uneducated and heading in the wrong direction without music. Ozzy loved his children more than anything, even though he wreaked havoc on his own body and couldn’t speak without saying the F word out of habit. He struggled with anxiety and every kind of physical affliction because he attracted these things to his life by choosing the title Prince of Darkness. With that title, no matter how kind a man you are at heart, there are unclean things attached that will most certainly affect you, and in Ozzy’s case, we could see that.

However, there was so much more to that man. He was a kind, gentle soul with a good sense of humor and an innocence about him that was stolen by the music industry and the demons that run it. When I look at Sharon Osbourne’s soul-crushing pain after losing her husband, that is the true show of a wife mourning her husband. Those with faith handle loss more than those who don’t have Christ or don’t know Him personally. However, to be without any emotion at all is not faith—that’s something else entirely.

Some claim to have shared the gospel with Ozzy, and he spoke of Bibles and things like that. But Ozzy said with his own mouth two weeks before his death,

“I do not believe in heaven, and I do not believe in hell. I believe they’re both here on earth.”

Ozzy wasn’t born again, and it’s terribly sad to think of his eternal place.

But when I see the type of love the Osbourne family had for one another, and I could see Ozzy’s soul in his eyes—even though his life was full of chaos—he had something special in him, in Christ, that was never recognized. Ozzy and his family had genuine love for one another above all else.

Yes, Ozzy was an idolater of fame because in his emptiness he filled himself with his career.

Meanwhile, to gain that type of fame, agreements were made by the naive, and that is terribly heart-wrenching in my eyes—and it still goes on today.

I am unapologetic when I say I respect that man and his family more than I respect self-righteous heretics who use the name of God for their own benefit, not for the people they claim to love.

Meanwhile, in the end, Ozzy was filled with sadness over the time lost with his family for fame and self-abuse. Despite his nationwide wealth and fame, he left here a sad soul.

That’s all I’m going to say about that—for now.

But remember: to all people.

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8)

Pray for the Osbourn family to come to Christ through a divine move of God.

Much love and truth,
Sister Christine ♥️

Christine Beach ©️