Having experienced personally the sudden and tragic loss of family members and friends is something that you never really get over; somehow, with God’s grace, however, you get through it eventually. I have seen my fair share of such tragedies since my youth, which altered the course of my life. We are not so much fighting against other people as we are dealing with invisible spiritual entities. (Ephesians 6:12)
We have watched the events of the recent public assassination of Charlie Kirk and how the grief has been shared around the world. It appears to me that his death was a much-orchestrated event with many tactical working parts, just as with the many tragic events; not everyone is buying the official narratives that have been spoon-fed to us by the mainstream media. Anyone who still employs critical thinking skills can see it was like another JFK assassination all over again.
In fact, I think Charlie Kirk wasn’t just murdered; he was martyred for his outspoken faith in Jesus Christ of Nazareth. In the poetic words of songstress Joni Mitchell’s song Big Yellow Taxi, she sang, “Don’t it always seem to go - that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”

Who could have imagined that the orchestrated assassination of a 31-year-old man, a Christian evangelist, would impact nations around the world? I believe this has been a major turning point as people are now repenting and receiving salvation in Christ as a result. We read in Psalm 90:12,” So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”
We have observed recently how the cancel culture is now experiencing being cancelled itself. How many employers want to keep someone on staff that's heart has been so hardened and programmed by propaganda that they have openly shared publicly how delighted they were that an 31 year old innocent man, a husband and father was struck down in front of his wife and children and a crowd of university students by some coward’s bullet because they didn’t like what he said in debates on university campuses, or feared he one day become president if he been allowed to live. Whoever said sticks and stones can break my bones, but names can never hurt me, was simply as delusional as the Marxist rhetoric that has infiltrated this fallen world.
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