Thursday, September 18, 2025, at approximately 2:44, I was assaulted. A man came behind me and punched me in the side of my head. He called me a fascist, did a Nazi salute, and ran away.
I am uninjured except for a still-lingering headache.
Normally I am constantly looking side to side when I’ve got the cap on. I’m not a fool. Still, I had just let my guard down. Walking into a mall, I didn’t think someone would try something there with people around me. He did.
Thankfully, I had just checked to look over my shoulder out of habit, and saw him rushing at me. I had the chance to tilt my head out of the way. I’m thankful to God for that.
The truth is, I’m not more angry, unsettled, or surprised than I was last week. I find as I search my soul that I truly meant what I said about what I was feeling after the assassination of Charlie Kirk:
You know what’s really bothering me? I’ll just be honest. The same people cheering on the death of Charlie Kirk would’ve cheered on my death too if they knew my views and I was shot. I can’t get over this. I knew that there was this level of evil, but I’m stunned by how exposed it is and how deeply rooted it is. I cannot comprehend it, and I just have to say so. The Leftist and Democrats sneering and cheering on the death of this father who wasn’t even in public office — they are all evil. Anyone who aligns with them and their cause is evil. I can’t not say it. I want to be as sensitive and pastoral in my tone as possible — it would’ve been me if I spoke out. It would’ve been my son and wife without a father and husband. I can’t get over it. Such horrible evil is so much, Lord. God forgive me for staying silent if I could have held some back from this level of sin by speaking the truth like Charlie! O my soul has ached today.
September 11, 2025
My thoughts and feelings about my own assault are not more intense than my thoughts and feelings about Charlie Kirk’s assassination. I have no desire to say anything more about this than I have already said about Charlie’s assassination. I feel absolutely no need to defend my position here, though I will talk to anyone who does not understand because that’s the kind of God my Jesus is. The truthfulness of what I said about my feelings has been proven to my own soul. Furthermore, the reality of the situation manifested itself with all the certainty a punch can provide. So, I’ll hug my son, kiss my wife, and thank God that man hadn’t brought a knife.
I have two quotes to share. One from Peter Mead, and one that I wrote a week ago (Click the links at the end of the quote for more). Beyond this, there is nothing left to say at this point outside of face-to-face conversations. They are, after all, all we have left; aren’t they?
“If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you. Remember the word that I said to you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will also persecute you. If they kept my word, they will also keep yours. But all these things they will do to you on account of my name, because they do not know him who sent me.”
Peter Mead, Sunday 14 September 2025
Why would somebody look into the darkness of this world, see what it’s like, and then choose to step into it? Why would somebody willingly go into a world knowing that they will be hated, that they will be lied about, that they will be persecuted, maybe even killed?
That’s a question that has been probably considered many times down through the centuries. Countless thousands of Jesus’s followers have faced that decision. They see the evil of the world. They see the darkness that’s there. And they’ve made the choice to go into this world knowing that they will be hated, that they will be lied about, that they will be persecuted, and they might even be killed.
You could call it the missionary question. Why would you do that?
Well, one reason that the followers of Jesus do that is because Jesus did that Himself. He looked into the darkness of this world, saw the depths of the depravity, and chose to step in knowing that he would be hated, he would be lied about, he would be persecuted, and yes, he would be killed.
The followers of Jesus are not just following Jesus’s example. There’s something more that’s driving them, something else that you could add into it. And that is the profound conviction that the light conquers the darkness. The light conquers the darkness. And therefore we go, we speak, we say things that are unpopular and we give messages that people don’t like and we point people to Jesus and we get hated for it and we get persecuted for it. We get lied about for it and, in some cases, we may even get killed for it.
It’s a serious business following Jesus, but it’s such a privilege, such an exciting thing. Why? Because the light that conquers the darkness is not just a vague kind of message of niceness that does nothing. It’s the light that shines from the very heart of God Himself.
Why does the world hate you? When Jesus was talking to his followers, he’s explaining that and he says right there in John 15:21. They hate you because they do not know him who sent me. Because they don’t know God’s heart. Their reaction to anyone representing it will be hatred.
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I hope that all of us who know God’s heart have a burning inside; because there’s darkness here, too. Who will go into the classroom and speak boldly and graciously of Jesus? Who’s going to go into the college? Who’s going to go into the workplace? Who’s going to go to your neighbor? Who’s going to speak to the person that you live with? Who is going to go representing Jesus? Gulping because it’s hard, sometimes scared, thinking, “My goodness, there’s such darkness in this situation. Who’s going to go?” …
When we’re gripped by the basic reality that God’s heart is the source of light that this darkness needs, when the love that is in God’s heart gets a hold of us and drives us, then we can say, “Okay, Lord. I’m scared.” But boldly and graciously, I’m going to speak. I’ll speak for you. I’m going to speak for you. Whether it’s on the foreign mission field or whether it’s on a university campus, I speak for you because you’re worth it. Because this darkness is not going to go away from anything else apart from the light of the Gospel shining forth.
My article after the assassination of Charlie Kirk:
A gladiator stands in the arena over his fallen antagonist. He waits for the signal to spar or end with lethal violence the life of his poor victim. Thousands look on, seeing this barbarous sport, with no more immediate interest than in the agony, an act devoid of moral consideration. Then some begin to look more intently. Their hearts stir within them. A new, superior force than death is on display down there in the dust. Eyes moisten with tears. For that poor youth waiting for the verdict of death, holds up his hand. Not to stop the blade, not reaching for pity, and not in desperation and despair. He makes the sign of the cross. It is a Christian, down there in the dust. Heir of all things in Christ, doomed to die in a pool of blood. He dies for his Savior, having concluded that because He died, he has died; and that because He lives, he also lives. He does not recant his faith in the blood-soaked sands, with the mobs roaring in demand for his death filling his ears. He does not despise his Savior for this end, even though it was for His sake he has been brought here to die. Even with the sound of the blade whirling in the air toward his neck, he stays his course, his hope fixed before him – the blood of his Savior filling his heart with courageous trust.
Enjoy the sound of singing, charlie – September 11, 2025
Who is the braver man – the barbarous killer, or the image of Christ’s heart covered in blood and dust? Whose courage impresses itself throughout centuries, and sways proud hearts low for all time? Look to the crumbling colosseum of Rome, and you have your answer. See in that young man the heroism that spilt itself in love on Calvary. See the conqueror there, beheaded in the sands, lifted with Christ on high, a crown of glory placed on his head, and the sound of the singing of his God filling his ears forever. That heroic heart lives on even today, whereas Rome’s gods and armies and governments are gone.
That courageous trust in Christ was shown in Charlie Kirk every time he stepped – willingly, fully recognizing the danger – into the arena of our age. He lifted up Christ on the cross high before the hearts of proud, hateful people. The Spirit of His God filled his heart with the same love that died for His wicked enemies two thousand years ago.
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