I'm restless. Don't know what to do with my hands. I watch a few minutes of TV and then turn it off and leave the room. I go stand in another room, knowing there are things I can do in there, but having no motivation to sit down and do them. I return to my chair and watch another few minutes of TV. Meanwhile in the background I can hear the news. A good man has been gunned down for no good reason whatsoever. I hear the podcasters, bewildered, trying to piece it all together. I see the photos, although I absolutely, most certainly, do not want to see the live video of the ending of another man's life.
He was young. Handsome. Outspoken. He loved God with all of his heart. He was recently married, with two very young children. He was an amazing orator with his words and with his logic. He was a fearless champion of the not yet born. His last words were "We must stop the violence". It was in that second that someone ruthlessly silenced him forever.
Shock. Anger. Massive Sadness for his wife, his two babies, and for our country, who has lost a brave soul.
I hear the gleeful sounds of the sick souls that rejoice in his death. I will never understand how any American can get behind the violent killing of another American. It is truly a sickness. I have seen it before. When the CEO of United Health Care was gunned down in cold blood outside of his offices, I heard the same voices. I knew nothing of the man, but I knew he didn't deserve to die because of something his corporation did or didn't do. And honestly, it was the Christians that dumbfounded me the most. Christians. Advocating cold blooded murder. I still don't understand it. Those two things cannot coexist. All I can say, is that if a so called Christian, and I feel that I can make this judgement, because I AM a Christian, feels the need to gloat over someone's murder, then they have adopted Doctrines of Demons. That would be 1st Timothy chapter 4, verses 1-3.
I grieve. I never knew the man, but I passionately believed in his message. I am not a bold person. I run from adversity. I run from conflict. He was one who could step in and control the narrative like a dexterous knight with a sharp sword. I admired him greatly. I wish I could be as bold as he. And maybe I can. Maybe I will try harder to speak up. Defend the unborn. Tell others of the saving grace of Jesus. Be a doer. Not a spectator.
I hear the talking heads going on and on about how things have to change. I will just end with what Charlie knew and wanted every one else to know. Change only comes through the saving grace of Jesus Christ. Our nation needs a change. Our nation needs Jesus. Charlie knew it and wasn't afraid to say it.
Charlie was only 31, but he was a firecracker. He made a huge impact in a very short amount of time.
I can't help think that Jesus welcomed him with open arms. Well done, Charlie.
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