On Charlie Kirk

I hope you’ll indulge me and listen to what God put on my heart tonight.

Tonight, in lieu of Bible study, I spent time with God and reflecting on the life of Charlie Kirk. Not so much his death, although that has to be acknowledged, and not so much his politics, but more how this man in his early thirties, who was adopted as a son into God’s holy family through trusting in Jesus’ holy blood when he was a teenager, and then went on to become and live out his daily life as someone who his wife, Erika, called “The most Godly man I’ve ever known.”

Although he called out sin and evil every day of his life post-conversion, he never failed to practice peace and forgiveness. Being honest with myself, I couldn’t have done what he did, because my nature is argumentative and desiring to lay blame, but even people who vehemently disagreed with him always said he spoke to them with honesty and civility and respect. As I said, I could’ve have done what he did.

He had many death threats, he needed protection for his family, but he never backed down or failed to speak Jesus at every meeting, gathering, and event, and he knew full well that people who speak God’s truth in this wicked and fallen world automatically have enemies and they walk with targets on their backs. But he never once stopped. He never once failed to answer God’s calling to be light in this world.

President Trump has told friends he’d expected Charlie to be president one day. Charlie, himself, told stories of people who tried to sway him into running for an elected seat and he wouldn’t even consider it; He’d say that he had the best job in the world, sharing the Word of God with untold numbers of people, especially those his age and now college aged.

Gen Z saw years unable to go to class, unable to go to church, who had proms cancelled, who had graduations cancelled, who had friends who grew lonely and depressed from the isolation, who had friends take their own lives because they couldn’t handle the despair, and who couldn’t go to those friend’s funerals for fear of catching and spreading a disease. Who watched politicians and health organizations lie to them, and then watch talking heads and reporters take what they were told as gospel and propagated the lies. They saw teachers, principals, and instructors choose to teach via video and refuse to teach in person. They saw doctors and nurses videoing themselves dancing in hospital corridors because entire floors were empty and they’d grown bored. They saw even clergy warn not to spread the disease. They were warned repeatedly to where a flimsy cloth mask that both them and the people telling them to wear them knew full well were useless against the virus. They stood six feet apart at grocery stores. They were forced to get stuck with needles over and over again. They saw news reports of 17-year-old boys die of heart attacks in football games and young mothers lose the ability to speak coherently or walk without aid.

They saw years where their world lost its mind and its hope.

Charlie told them they could hope, that they were seen, that they were loved, and that they had value. He shared Christ’s love and Good News and corrected the worldly when they either knowingly or unknowingly spread lies.

And he hated the sin, but never failed to love the sinners.

I thought about his example and decided that I had to try and live by it. That lead me to consider one of the people in this world whom I’m most intensely hateful of needs Christ’s love and forgiveness, also.

So I prayed that, although I want the shooter to be found and justice done, I also prayed that he come to know Jesus like Charlie did. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but before he, too, one day stands before God’s Judgment Throne he’ll have Jesus step out from the side and say, “All charges are dropped, I’ve already saved him.”

And although I hope it happens with enough time left in his life to be able to understand and grieve. For this terrible act he’s done, I hope more that one day he’ll come face to face with Charlie, and the two will hug like the long lost brothers they are.

On turning 62

I am sixty-two beginning today.

Sixty-two.

I have to let that sink in.

I have been alive 62 years. 744 months. 22,645 days. 32,608,800 minutes. I have made 62 revolutions around the sun at about 1,037 mph.

When I was born there was no Internet. Man hadn’t yet walked on the Moon. There was one telephone per house and it was connected by a cable. Videos played on these things called “televisions” and there was one per household, the video was black & white, and everything was live as it happened.

Eisenhower was president. A gallon of gas was $0.31 and it contained lead in it. Adjusted for inflation that’d be about $2.97/gallon. Disneyland in California didn’t exist, much less the various DisneyWorlds that exist today. Probably no one you had ever known had taken a flight in a commercial airplane. Schools were still segregated. You could not buy beer or any alcohol on a Sunday in most jurisdictions. I’ve held 14 different jobs.

It’s been a long, crazy life. I even applied for Social Security early.

I’m old.

You never think of yourself as getting this old. Like in the Matrix, you see yourself as your residual self, usually in your mid-twenties. That’d be 3 lifetimes ago for me now.

And I cannot honestly say that my life is the way that I would have liked, but it’s the result of my choices along the way.

To that, I give you xxx things I’d explain to my 6-year-old self:

  1. Start wearing glasses at 6-years-old, not 12.
  2. Don’t talk your parents out of braces. They’ll suck all through high school, but you’ll thank me later.
  3. Brush your teeth and floss twice every day.
  4. Leave your sister alone.
  5. Shut up. Seriously, shut up.
  6. Study, study, study.
  7. Learn to like vegetables.
  8. Don’t ever let soft drinks touch your lips.
  9. In 6th grade do not romantically pursue you-know-who.
  10. Instead, maybe pursue the little girl your parents used to bathe together. Even today she’s cute and sharp as a tack. (And married and you’d argue politics with her a lot, but hey! I’m talking to my 6-year-old me, leave me alone!)
  11. Architecture is not for you. Maybe try computer programming when they come on the scene. Either that or business. Or history, and get a doctorate in that.
  12. Save every paystub that you ever get.
  13. Save as much money as you can. Invest it when the number gets big enough, but don’t invest everything you have.
  14. “Live like no one else so when you’re older you can live like no one else.”
  15. Pay yourself first.
  16. One word: Tithe.
  17. Stand up straight.
  18. Stop using filler words.
  19. Stop looking down all the time.
  20. Listen more than you talk.
  21. Be friendly to everyone you meet, but choose your friends wisely.
  22. Read. Read some more. Then read some more. And then more.

I’ll try to add more as I think of them.