A Requiem for the Lost

There’s an older song by Rebecca St. James called “Come Quickly Lord.” It was on the album that came out with the first Left Behind film.

I understood the sentiment at the time. Of course we want to be with the Lord. Of course we want the suffering to end.

But I also thought about everyone who still needs Jesus. The sooner Jesus returns, the less time they have to make that choice to follow Him.

And sure, that’s always going to be the case. God knows the hearts of men. There will always be people who just don’t want to believe in Him. But I keep thinking, maybe, in my naivety, I can persuade more people to follow Christ. The Holy Spirit is still working. People come to Christ every day.

I’m tired, though. I’m heartsick. There is so much evil in this world, and it’s not going to get better.

Iryna Zarutska. Dacara Thompson. Charlie Kirk.

These are the latest names I know of murder victims. There are thousands more I don’t.

And for what? Speaking. Existing.

Because evil is real.

When I was little, I used to wish that I would be a martyr. It would prove how much I loved Jesus.

I was a stupid child.

I’m not ready for this kind of world. For as much as I study history and know the horrible things man can do, it remained in the past. I couldn’t change it, and I knew we could learn from it.

I’m afraid all we learned is how to get away with things.

I’m not ready for present-day history.

I’m not ready for what’s about to come.

But I’m here. God has placed me here for a reason. And I’m not going to stop speaking Truth.

I will meet Charlie Kirk in Heaven. I would like to meet you there as well.

My message is this: Run, don’t walk, into the arms of Jesus. Because he is coming back sooner than you think.