Charlie Kirk
A note from a disaster.
When something huge and terrible happens, my instinct is not to rush to the keyboard. Mostly I become aware of how small I am in big moments — the limits of my wisdom, the limits of my actual ability to manifest peace in the world, the limits of my ability to make a difference amidst the awfulness.
So often, I am reduced to posting a single line on social media when a terrible moment happens:
God help us.
Funny thing — as you know if you’ve been reading me here awhile — is that I’m not really a church person anymore. I make room for the possibility of faith, but its mysteries don’t entice me. But I grew up in the church, so maybe that’s why in my most helpless moments I reach for the language of prayer.
God help us. God help us. God help us.
That’s all I’ve got.
There really isn’t much more to be said. This is a bad situation, not because I thought Kirk was a great guy, but because it is more evidence that our gun-possessed culture is further polluting our political discourse. All of us are less safe as a result as it also opens the door to federal crackdowns that will only further inflame things. Nothing good about Kirk’s assassination.
I can totally relate to what you said. God help us because the devil is alive and well