Our very own rich fool

"The good news is that there is no devil. The bad news is that there is no heaven either."

Thus speaketh Kerry Packer, Australia's richest man who clocks in at around 7 billion dollars. Yesterday he died. And the lesson here folks is that the richest man in the contry still dies like any other. He has now got the chance to see if what he thought about the future is true. I wouldn't wish his fate on a dying dog.

But his story is an amzing one. There is how he single handly invented day night cricket. His absolute power over his empire. That his helicopter pilot would donate him a kidney. His billions and billions of dollars. But here is the bit that amazes me the most.

Kerry Packer had already had 2 heart atacks, in 1990 and 1994. After he was rushed to hospital in an ambulance without defibulaters (spelling?) he donated enough money so that every ambulance in NSW could be equiped with this life saving device. When interviewed it was put to him that it was a very generous thing he had done, he looked confused and replied, "No, I gave them the money so that next time I'm sure to get an ambulance that can save me!"

But Kerry Packer died at home in bed. The only man to ever win victory over death seems to be the one man Kerry didn't want to have anything to do with. Take note my friends, men live in crowds, but they die alone. But it doesn't have to be that way if you turn your eyes towards Jesus (as the song goes). The choice is simple. We can let Jesus pay for our sins on the cross or we can pay for them ourselves in hell. Somehow I don't see how Kerry Packers 7 billion is going to help him that much right now.

Scott