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A Tribute for Charlie Kirk

 It’s hard to find words during times like these. Very few of us, if any, knew Charlie personally. And yet, we knew him for what he stood for. We knew what he believed in. Through clips on tiktok or glances at the television. For many, he was the embodied voice of our morals- speaking out in places we ourselves may never have been able to reach, with a boldness and love many of us wish we had. Charlie was a leader in every sense of the word. He was a warrior in every aspect of his life. He was a champion to the unborn who did not have a voice. He was a defender of truth even when it costs him- and truth often does cost us.

Now, he is gone. He is not dead; in fact, he is more alive than any of us, for he now walks beside our Risen King. But the work he left behind is very real. It is, and has always been, a torch meant to be carried. Charlie understood what not many Christians do, and that’s that our faith is not meant to be confined to our church walls. The Gospel is meant to radically impact every culture it comes in contact with, and that requires engaging with those who may not agree with you. It requires listening, and responding lovingly, but with unwavering truth and conviction.

We never know when our last moment on this earth will be. The time we are given is precious, though we often forget that. The people we hold close are precious, though we often don’t show it the way our hearts long to. But it’s never too late to start. To live a life worthy of our calling… To love so radically that it’s how people remember us… To defend truth so staunchly that lies can’t take hold… and To lay down our lives for a world that hates us, so that they too may see the light.

You’re home, Charlie Kirk. Thank you for everything you left us.
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