Dear humanity,
The hour is late. It has been a long time since Adam and Eve took the fruit of the garden. Humanity has grown old since then, and yet, amidst all our history, we have learned little. For we are still deceived by that same serpent who told Eve “you too, can be like God.” Do we not still think today that we can be like god? We think “surely, I will not die.” Believing that we can be immortal on this earth. That we can unmake what God has made. That we can decide what is true. That we can rise up against our brother in the fields to strike him dead. As did Cain against Able. The first murder. Yet his blood is crying out to God from the ground.
And so now again. The blood of the innocent has stained God’s good earth and it will not be silent. By faith, Charlie Kirk stood up to preach the gospel and speak the truth. By faith he received mockery and scorn. A man of whom this world was not worthy. Through his faith, though he died, he still speaks.
When Pilate said to them “whom do you want me to release for you? Barabbas, or Jesus who is called Christ?” “They said, Barabbas.” I’ll tell you again. The hour is late and humanity has learned little. We still let murderers go free and kill those who tell us the truth. We still kill the innocent, the very ones who would die to save us. We still listen, ever so carefully to the serpent of old. We humanity. We are easily deceived.
We have become futile in our thinking. Darkened in our foolish hearts, all while claiming to be wise. Always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth. We have ignored sound teaching and accumulated teachers to suit our passions. We have exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images resembling mortal man. We have exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped the creature rather than the creator.
When will we learn the lessons of history? How long will it take for us to realize that killing the innocent is wrong. That we are living a lie. That God is God and we are not. From Able to Christ to Charlie. When will there be enough blood poured into the ground for us to finally hear the cries of the dead?
I tell you this lesson will not be learned tomorrow. Nor next week, or month or year. Not if all the lives of humanity were lived over fourfold would we change our ways. Not until all of us are dead and in our souls we bow on our knees before God on His throne in glory will all who have ever existed confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. Then and only then, will the full truth be spoken and be heard and known to be the exact truth from the lips of God. Then will justice be done, perfect justice. And then, at last. At the end of all things. Will grace be given to those few. Those few who walked through the narrow gate, whose eyes were open and who believed the truth was worth dying for. To them rest is given.
But today is not that day, for we the few of humanity who are faithful. Who remain. We have no rest. We have no peace. We have no safety from the darkest of intentions. To us few who remain on this blood stained earth is given persecution. To us is given the trenches. To fight our warfare, not with weapons of the flesh, but with divine power. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God. We fight with a sword written by the breath of God. Used to tear down the lying strongholds of the devil.
To us is given the charge, in the presence of God who is to judge the living and the dead. Preach the word. Be ready in season and out of season. Reprove, rebuke and exhort with complete patience and teaching. Always be sober minded. Do the work of an evangelist and fulfill your ministry. Fight the good fight, finish the race, keep the faith.





