Let me start out by making something clear – I wasn’t someone who followed Charlie Kirk closely. I’m choosey about who I let on my press the follow button on, and he hadn’t quite made the cut yet, but I always enjoyed his videos debating when the algorithm brought him across my screen. I admired his boldness in speaking the gospel, as so few in the political sphere have the gumption to do. I admired and full-stop agreed with his stance on life and the sanctity of human life. But I also would forget he existed for days at a time until another video came up.

That didn’t stop me from needing to pull over and sob on the side of the road Wednesday, September 10th, 2025. First it was just the breaking headlines, then the videos started. Before seeing the video, I assumed he was going to be fine. I assumed this, because every attempted political assassination I’ve lived through has not been successful. Once I saw the video, I knew he was likely already dead. I’ve never gone to medical school, but I know enough about anatomy and physiology to know the wound was deadly. I prayed, for the sake of his wife and children, that the Lord would keep him here, but I knew in my spirit the answer was no.

This blog post isn’t me processing out my feelings – that’s what my four page journal entry this morning was for.

This blog post is me re-entering the discussion around our country and what’s going on inside it.

Since getting pregnant at the beginning of the year, I’ve had a shift inwardly of priorities. I’m about to be a mom and I’ve been focused on building my home. I had decided, without really thinking about it, that there were enough other people talking about politics and faith and our country to buy me being silent.

Last night I woke up about every hour, with Charlie and his family being on my mind. I had dreams about him – about the void he left and silence taking over that space. I was reminded about something he said once, and it resonated and bounced around my brain all night as I alternated sleeping and wakefulness – “When people stop talking, that’s when things get violent.”

So this morning, after prayer and thought, I’m taking up the keyboard and the microphone again to talk about the issues and rot going on in our country through a christian lense. I’m no Charlie Kirk, but I am myself. I have things to say and I have the small group of followers and influence that God has given me.

Charlie’s life has left a gaping hole here on earth, especially in the hearts of his wife and children. But It brings tears to my eyes every time I think of how he must have run into the arms of Jesus yesterday – how two men who would talk to everyone now get to sit together for eternity and talk about everything together.

In closing, I’ll post again my mission statement, both for my own reminding and to help you better understand the “why” behind what I do here.

To glorify the Creator.

To reason together.

To ask many question.

To seek the throne for answers.

The love and give grace whenever possible.

To rebuke when necessary.

To defend the Gospel of Truth.

To share truth with a sick and dying culture.

To expose the schemes of the enemy in the light of truth.

To link shields with brothers and sisters in the faith.

To wield the sword of the spirit with excellence.

To praise.

To lift hands to heaven.

To hold the line.

To help those who are stumbling.

To help the wounded soldiers home.

To glorify He who is Mighty.

-M