Charlie Kirk
- Luci
- Sep 11
- 2 min read
If you’ve ever doubted that we are up against evil forces, read his name again.
Remember how he died.
Charlie Kirk loved his faith.
He loved his family.
He loved his country.
And he was hated for it.
Hated by a culture that peddles poison, sells flesh, gyrates for applause, bows to idols, and builds its life on lies and delusions.
Hated by those who despise Christians.
But that did not stop him.
He stood apart.
He LIVED the Scriptures.
He rallied young Americans to courage and clarity.
He wielded truth like a blade, believing honest debate could disarm violence.
And now he is dead.
Dead because he could not be controlled.
Dead because his faith was unshakable.
Dead because opponents without facts chose bullets.
Dead because he refused to bow to the mob.
I cried out:
Where are You, God?
Where. Are. You?
The answer came, quiet but unmistakable:
Charlie Kirk is not gone.
Not even close.
His spirit is permanently embedded.
Embedded in me.
Embedded in tens of millions of others.
With Charlie’s assassination, war has been declared:
War on free speech.
War on Christianity.
War on humanity.
Can you feel it?
That low rumble under your feet?
I do.
It is the sound of Christians rising.
Louder than ever.
Bolder than ever.
And unstoppable.
That rumble is STRENGTH.
That rumble is UNITY.
Those are our weapons of choice.
They tried to seed fear.
They failed.
Courage is now the word of the day.
Of the century.
Of the millennia.
And as Charlie said, “Courage is contagious.”
We will not live in fear.
We are united in His name.
Can you feel it?
Can you hear it?
It is here.
A Turning Point.
Rest in peace, Charlie Kirk.
We will take it from here.
I pray you are right.