There was a time when disagreement didn’t mean destruction. When debate sharpened minds, not spears. When free speech was a tool for truth—not a weapon for hate.
But today, I watch with sorrow as voices rise—not in mourning, but in mockery. The assassination of Charlie Kirk was not just a political flashpoint. It was a human tragedy. And yet, some have chosen to respond with celebration, with cruelty, with a kind of blindness that defies reason and compassion.
I grieve not only the loss of a man I admired, but the loss of decency in public discourse. I grieve the way free speech has been twisted into a shield for malice. I grieve the silence of those who know better but fear speaking out.
But I also remember that words still matter. Truth still matters. And I still have a voice.
I will not
use my voice to echo hatred. I will not stoop to the level of those who cheer
for death. I will speak with conviction, but also with grace. I will challenge lies but never abandon love. I will remember that every person—no matter how
wrong, how cruel, how blind - is still someone Christ died for.
Free speech
is a right. But righteousness is a calling. And I choose both.
So, in this
moment of cultural chaos, I anchor myself in the Word of God. I cling to the
cross. I speak with courage. And I pray that my words will be a balm in a world
that desperately needs healing.
