A sudden reminder that life is not permanent
Ever since I saw the assassination of Charlie Kirk, I can’t stop thinking about it. When I found out about it and saw the footage, I cried. I thought to myself, “Why am I crying over this man that I never knew?” As I’ve looked around and watched our society, I see that I am not the only one who has been affected — and maybe even changed — by this event.
But why are “we” — or I — so affected by the death of this man that none of us really knew? For one, every time someone dies, it’s a reminder that life is not permanent. Then to watch — to see Charlie there as we always do — one minute he is speaking and then a second later he is gone. I don’t even think he knew what hit him. He woke up like every other day and picked up that microphone that he had used thousands of times before — and it was over. He lived his life. He fulfilled his purpose. One day, this life will end for each of us just as it did for him. How? When? We don’t know — neither did he.
Evil exists, and life isn’t fair
Even though he was a great man and a great man who boldly lived for God, he did not escape a tragic death. In fact, that may be what incited the cause for his death. We sometimes wonder why bad things happen to good people. Even some ask, “Why does God allow kids to get cancer?” My answer to these questions is the same answer I would apply to Charlie’s death: there is evil in this world. If there were no bad or evil, then that would mean we would already be in heaven. No — it’s not fair. It just is what it is.
Now what do we do?
Yes, we do something. Charlie spent his life speaking truth — his truth based on God’s word. Some people didn’t like it — that’s okay. Sometimes I don’t like what other people say. Sometimes you don’t like everything someone says but you agree with some of it. The way that we learn and grow as people is by communicating and listening to each other — peacefully.
I have seen a lot of hate arise from this. “The right” now wants to take a stand and speak out, but many are screaming, using vulgar language, and seething with hatred. This is not the way to do it. I don’t think it is what Charlie would have wanted. I think he would want us to find our voices rooted in God’s word and express them boldly without fear — firm but with kindness in our hearts.
Unfortunately, we lost a voice that spoke to many. I’m not sure any one person can fill his shoes, but maybe we can pay our respects by finding our voices — being bold.
Communication and understanding
There are many topics that he spoke about — he was knowledgeable on many. I don’t usually speak on my beliefs because I don’t want to offend anyone. I always try to understand other people. I’ve come to realize, though, that the same way I try to understand others’ points of view, others can try to understand mine even when they do not agree. That is called communication. That is what Charlie Kirk was about.
My view on abortion
The topic closest to my heart — not just for biblical reasons, but for personal reasons as well — is abortion. Here’s my take. We are all the same no matter the stage of life we are at — big or small. The labels that we give to define these stages really do not matter because the label does not change the development of the “cells” or what I would call the baby. Call it a fetus. Call it a baby. Call it cells. Call it a cluster of cells. These names are just labels we attribute to it so we know what stage of development the human being is at. We have all been there. Who gets to decide whose life is more important? The mother may say, “It was an accident. I want to terminate it.”
What would the baby say if it could talk? I don’t mean yes or no. I mean what if it had to be the other way around and the mother couldn’t speak? What if the baby said, “I choose to kill this host because picking this one was an accident.” Now, remember the mother cannot speak or have a choice.
We are all the same. We are just at different stages of development. Babies are small. People are big. What happened to inclusivity?
Why I write this
If you have read to this point, know that you have read all of these words and whatever thoughts you may have on them — good or bad — my words may have made you think. Maybe not, but maybe. These words are here because of a choice. No. Not a choice to write them. A choice to let me live.
You see, 42 years ago, I was found in a box at a day old with a note that read, “Please find a good home.” She chose life. Now I live. Now my kids live. Now I write these words. Now you read these words.
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