On the morning of Sept. 10, Charlie Kirk’s trumpet was one of the loudest in the land. Everything he said, wrote, and posted was seen by millions.
A day later, he reached billions.
Killing a man is a curious thing. Sometimes, his voice grows louder.
Two days ago, Charlie Kirk was a 31-year-old man of flesh and blood. And today?
He’s so much more.
I’m not minimizing the tragedy, because it’s soul-crushing and heart-wrenching. Due to the selfish, evil actions of an assassin, wrote First Lady Melania Trump, “Charlie’s children will be raised with stories instead of memories, photographs instead of laughter, and silence where their father’s voice should have echoed.”
This was a national tragedy, but for Charlie Kirk’s family, it went excruciatingly beyond that. A young mother lost her soulmate, two children lost their daddy, and a mother and father lost their son.
But this story didn’t end when Charlie did.
Not even close!
To me, it feels vulgar and twisted to find meaning in acts of pure evil, because it almost seems like you’re somehow justifying the God-awful crime. The last thing I’d want is to excuse the merchants of mayhem, the executors of evil, and the traffickers of terror.
This was a tragedy — and anyone who says otherwise is a goddamn liar.
But on the other hand, if God has a Divine Plan that defies all Earthly knowledge, then there must be deliberate, specific meaning throughout every inch of existence. There are no coincidences, mistakes, or oversights.
Gam zu l’tovah: “This too is for the good.”
It applies to everything.
Even evil.
My myopic eyes and three-pound brain lack the tools to peer beyond our terrestrial scope. Honestly? I’m not even sure I’m smart enough to know what I’m dumb at, because I still rage like a madman at things I could never control.
I hate death. I hate sickness. I hate it when loved ones go away. I don’t understand why a loving God would curse smart, wonderful people with horrific ailments like cognitive decline. It just seems so pointless.
And so cruel.
But maybe there’s a greater meaning in Alzheimer’s, too. Maybe, by being stripped of your memories of yesterday and your dreams for tomorrow, you’re forced to live in the present — and maybe, “This too is for the good.”
Maybe what we think are curses are actually blessings.
Or maybe I’m a fool who’s grasping at straws.
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I have two sons, ages 18 and 16. My oldest is a Ben Shapiro superfan. He’s currently at Fort Benning, completing his training in the U.S. Army Cavalry. If I know my boy, when he gets out next month, he’s gonna spend a solid two weeks binge-watching Ben. (Yes, he made us buy a Daily Wire subscription.)
My youngest loved Charlie Kirk. And on the morning of Sept. 10, he was listening to Charlie while getting ready for school — just like he always does.
None of us knew it would be Charlie’s last day on Earth.
After an assassin murdered the 31-year-old father of two, my younger son told me he’s decided to follow in his brother’s footsteps and enlist in the Army. Furthermore, he also wants to run for office when he gets older.
All because of Charlie.
By joining the Army, he told me, he could protect his loved ones from evil people — and by running for office, he could continue to fight for Charlie’s legacy.
I know he’s not the only one.
Throughout the heartland, the true impact of Charlie Kirk’s life is only beginning. Close your eyes and listen: His voice still roars like a lion — louder, bolder, and more magnificent than any mortal could dare.
Because he’s no longer a mortal man. He’s now immeasurably greater.
God bless the immortal soul of Charlie Kirk. And God bless His Divine Plan — wherever it takes us.
