On a visit to Memphis, Tennessee, home of Elvis Presley and Graceland, I drove by the mansion and saw a wall in front where people had written notes to Elvis and signed their names. A line of people awaited their turn to tour his home. Billboards advertised hotels with 24 hours of Elvis movies and guitar-shaped swimming pools. Candlelight vigils and memorial services are held yearly. He’s been dead for over 30 years, yet his memory lives on. Some say Elvis is still alive.

I can’t help but contrast the attention a dead singer receives and the lack of attention given to a man who died 2,000 years ago but is still alive. Jesus receives little public notice until Christmas and Easter, but to most, he seems to have left the building the rest of the year.

For some reason it’s easier to focus on celebrities, living or dead, than on the Lord of the universe, to whom every knee will bow and every tongue confess his sovereignty. Jesus doesn’t show up on the pages of celebrity magazines, but his home is the true grace land, and we can visit every day, just by sitting at his feet. Jesus lives!