It's Not A Time For Silence

 I often wonder if I should sometimes use my blogging platform, and also social media, as a way to speak on the controversial side of things.  I understand that when people come to a blog they just want to receive some freedom from the noise they hear elsewhere and I have often felt the same.  Then again, I realize that when we stay silent against evil then evil will prevail more.  Unfortunately, there is no escaping the evil that goes on in our world.  We can no longer be immune to it.  

As Christians, we are to be the hands and feet of Jesus.  We are to do the work He has called us to do.  We are also supposed to share the Gospel, even with those that don't want to hear it.  Charlie Kirk did just that.  He was a man who loved God, loved his family and loved this country.  He sincerely loved the youth of our country and wanted to offer them an open dialogue so they could express themselves but then hear something from a different point of view.  A point of view that went against the vile things that are being taught today.  A point of view that supported religious freedom, traditional marriage and family, and teaching the youth to figure out how to love themselves for who God made them and not what the rest of the world wants them to believe they are.

I'm always hearing people fearing that we will end up in another Civil War but I believe we have already been in one for several years now.  When a man is shot for free speech we are no longer the country we are supposed to be. 

I am sad for the Kirk family and all who knew him personally.  The coward behind the gun, and all others involved, did not silence him yesterday, they only woke the sleeping bear in the rest of us.  I will not stop speaking the name of Jesus and I will not be silenced for my beliefs; religious and political.  

Charlie Kirk was not just a "right-wing activist" as the mainstream media calls him.  He was someone's husband and the father of two precious babies who will have to grow up without him.  I will be keeping them in prayer.  

This is also a day to remember the tragedy that occurred twenty-four years ago.   I will never forget sitting in my parents' living room watching some television on my day off of work, planning out my wedding that would take place eight months later.  Then my television show changed to the news and everything from that point on changed.  My sister's friend, Ralph Licciardi, was working in one of the tower's and never made it out.  Many people lost loved ones.  Many were in the presence of the attack and have those images etched in their minds for a lifetime.  Those of us who watched from our television screens will forever remember the fear and uncertainty of that day.  Never forget and teach it to the younger generations.