09/11/2025
Yesterday was horrific. Scarring.
I did shed some tears when I saw what happened—because Charlie was a human being, a brother in Christ, and someone’s son. Someone’s husband. Someone’s dad. His family’s pain deserves our deepest love and compassion.
Here’s the hard part for pastors like me: posting about this—just like when we posted about Dr. James Dobson—was a no-win.
If we spoke kindly, we were “too soft.”
If we spoke honestly, we were “too harsh.”
And if we stayed silent, that silence spoke loudly too.
Balanced ground felt almost impossible.
But when balance feels impossible, prayer becomes the only solid footing we have.
So please know—when pastors like me choose to speak, it’s not flippant. It comes from prayer, reflection, and holding ourselves accountable before God.
I preach loving others, even when it’s hard. If I can’t live that out in moments like this, then I don’t deserve a single second of your attention.
Jesus said loving your neighbor—even your enemy—is the true test of discipleship. If I don’t at least strive to practice what I preach, I have no business being in ministry.
At the same time, love doesn’t erase truth.
Honoring a life doesn’t mean ignoring the harm.
Both Kirk and Dobson caused real damage in the name of Christ—through disinformation, political manipulation, and unkindness toward the very people Jesus called us to love: the oppressed, the marginalized, the immigrant, the LGBTQ community.
So yes, I can grieve the men without condoning the mission. That tension matters.
What I can’t shake is this: I saw the footage yesterday, and it’s burned into my mind. If you saw it too, you know how haunting it was.
Then I thought—what if cameras were rolling in every school where beautiful, innocent children were shot?
I’m still shaken from watching a grown man collapse—what if we had to see what God sees?
Innocent kids falling in the same way. Maybe then we’d stop treating tragedy like politics and start treating it like humanity instead of just another faceless number.
Maybe “thoughts and prayers” would evolve into “dialogue and compromise.”
Here’s the truth: disagreement is not the enemy.
Dehumanization is.
If we don’t learn to humanize one another again—and decisively silence the voices that thrive on division while choosing instead to hear the ones building bridges—we will NEVER heal. Simple logic.
If we follow the dividers, it only gets darker.
But if we turn down their volume—if we choose to love, to listen, to humanize—then we can begin to unite.
And unity doesn’t mean uniformity.
It means we’ll still disagree (ask anyone who’s been married for a while).
But we’ll listen to each other again.
We’ll compromise.
That’s not weakness. That’s strength.
Because the greatest threat to our nation isn’t that we disagree—it’s that we’ve stopped seeing each other as human.