I’ve been wrestling today with anger and grief. As a husband and father, I can’t look at evil like this and stay unmoved. Scripture doesn’t tell us to bury anger, but to not let it rule us. Christ Himself showed us what holy anger looks like. He overturned tables and rebuked those who devoured the weak.
But I also can’t escape the truth that the church has always been marked by the blood of faithful witnesses. God often allows a death to stir hearts, awaken nations, and advance His Kingdom in ways we can’t measure. I can’t help but think of Stephen in Acts, whose death help scatter the church and ignite the spread of the Gospel.
I believe this is why Charlie Kirk died—not in vain, but in the sovereign purposes of God.
So my prayer is that I won’t become numb, passive, or indifferent. That my anger would be channeled by His Word, not by the flesh. That this loss would not weaken me, but sharpen my resolve: to lead my home, love my bride and children, and stand with courage in a world that calls evil good.
I want the kind of indignation that mirrors God’s holiness. Anger that doesn’t senselessly destroy, but drives me to courage, prayer, and faithfulness in my home and in this land.
Evil has taken a life, but it will not take my resolve. By God’s grace, I will not raise soft hands while wickedness goes unchecked