We Are Charlie Kirk
September 10th, 2025 was a day of horror and grief. Charlie Kirk was brutally assassinated, murdered for his faith and for standing boldly for truth. The shock was felt across the nation.
We wept. We grieved with his family. We cried out for justice, and rightly so. The wickedness of such violence should shake us.
But brothers and sisters, let this truth sink in: while we mourn Charlie’s death, while our feeds fill with “I am Charlie” and “We are Charlie”, every single day thousands upon thousands of precious babies are assassinated in the womb.
The most innocent among us are dismembered, discarded, and destroyed, and yet the church remains still. Their cries never reach our ears, but their blood cries out to Almighty God.
Where is the outrage? Where are the tears for them? Where are the Christians standing outside the clinics, pleading for life? Where are the pastors thundering from their pulpits against this evil?
Too often the sidewalks are empty. Too often the pulpits are silent. Too often God’s people are comfortable, scrolling, distracted, content to let others bear the burden.
We are called to be a voice for the voiceless, yet our mouths stay shut. We rallied for a man whose life was unjustly taken, but we ignore the thousands who are murdered daily. God Himself calls the shedding of innocent blood an abomination. Do we think He will overlook our silence?
Think about this: more than 200,000 people gathered outside Charlie’s memorial. Millions more watched online for over five hours, united in grief. And yet—how many of those same people will not even give five minutes to stand for the unborn?
What a difference it would make if even a fraction of those who wept for Charlie would rise for the babies who have no voice. Imagine if 200,000 believers filled the sidewalks of abortion clinics. Imagine if millions cried out with one voice: “Abolish abortion! Equal justice and protection for all!”
How quickly the darkness would tremble. How different our culture would look.
This is not far away. It is here, in our neighborhoods, in our cities, under the very nose of the church. Children, formed by God in the womb, are being ripped apart and tossed aside as if their lives mean nothing.
We call it “choice.” We call it “healthcare.” But God calls it murder. And He will not be silent forever.
Church, hear this. We cannot claim to love God while ignoring the slaughter of His image bearers. We cannot claim to be light while refusing to stand where the darkness is thickest. We cannot claim to be salt while the land rots with innocent blood.
The unborn cannot march for their lives. They cannot cry for justice. They cannot speak a word in their defense.
But you can. I can. We must.
Their blood cries out to God. The question is not whether He hears, but whether we will finally rise, repent of our apathy, and become the voice they do not have.
