I could not write this right away. I had to grieve. I had to weep for Charlie’s young wife and children. I had to sit in the silence of sorrow, just as Job did — first silence, then lament, then, in time, understanding.
I am not someone who cries easily. I am usually steady, composed, even cold at times. But when I heard of Charlie’s death, the tears came and would not stop. And I have seen the same in others — my husband, my son, and countless believers online, even well-known voices in the church and public life.
Why? Because God Himself is pressing on our spirits. Sometimes the Lord lets grief break through our walls so we feel what He feels. Jesus wept at Lazarus’ tomb even knowing resurrection was moments away. Why? Because love enters into sorrow. Because loss is real. Because the world needs to see tears that prove hearts are not stone.
And I believe these tears are not only ours. They are a glimpse of God’s own grief. Scripture says “the Lord was grieved in His heart” when He saw violence on the earth (Genesis 6:6). Hosea records His cry as a grieving father: “My heart recoils within me; My compassion grows warm and tender.” At Lazarus’ tomb, Jesus wept with those He loved, showing us the Father’s heart breaks with ours.
Only now, after prayer and reflection, do I share what I believe the Lord is showing us: that Charlie’s death is not the end of his voice, but the planting of a seed for revival.
A Mother’s Grief
My heart is torn in two.
I weep for Charlie’s young wife, suddenly a widow, and for his little toddlers who will never again feel their father’s arms.
No family should carry such sorrow. No children should face such loss. We mourn with them, we pray for them, and we will not forget them.
Parents’ Grief
In the shadow of this tragedy, our hearts must also turn to Charlie’s parents. They did not just lose a leader, or a public figure. They lost their only son.
No words can measure the heartbreak of a father and mother who now wake each day knowing their child is gone. This kind of loss does not fade with time. It leaves a wound in the soul that cannot be erased.
As a mother myself, I can only imagine the devastation — to carry a child, to raise him, to watch him grow into a man, and then to bury him far too soon. For Charlie’s parents, there will be no “moving on.” There will only be learning to live with a sorrow that cuts to the core.
May the Lord Himself hold them close, comfort them in their unspeakable pain, and remind them that their son’s life was not in vain.
The Nature of the Attack
This was not random. This was not chance.
Charlie was struck in the neck — the one place unprotected if he wore a vest.
Authorities confirm that a high-powered bolt-action rifle was recovered nearby, and surveillance shows the shooter fleeing from the roof of a building roughly 200 yards away.
This was deliberate. This was planned. This was evil.
The suspect, Tyler James Robinson, 22 years old, has been arrested and charged with aggravated murder, discharge of a firearm, and obstruction of justice.
Investigators tied him to the rooftop through forensics, surveillance, and his own digital trail.
A Rebuke to the Mockers
Even as the nation grieved, leaders on the Senate floor booed during prayer. And shockingly, some at the conference itself were reported to have cheered when Charlie was shot.
Shame on them.
Any man or woman who mocks grief, who despises prayer, who celebrates the death of another human being — such leaders and such voices have shown their hearts. They are not fit to lead. History will judge them, and more importantly, God will.
Their own words condemn them. Their own actions reveal who they truly serve.
The Awakening Across Generations
But here is the turning: Charlie’s death has not brought silence — it has brought awakening.
- Young men in their 20s are stirred with anger, sorrow, and courage.
- Mothers and fathers are weeping and rising.
- Elders in the church are shaken but resolute.
From youth to gray hair, hearts are waking up.
What evil meant to scatter is uniting us instead.
The Prophetic Word
After Charlie’s death, many young men and women went into prayer — grieving, wrestling, and seeking God.
And out of that place of prayer, a common voice has risen:
“God is speaking. Change is coming. The world will not stay the same.”
They have turned to scripture for strength, including Ephesians 6:12:
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
Charlie believed revival was coming. He taught it. He lived expecting it.
Now, many are hearing God confirm it: change is here. Revival will rise.
A Seed That Must Fall
God raised up Charlie for this moment in history. Evil thought it won by silencing him, just as Satan thought he won at the cross.
But the truth is this:
Like a single seed that must be buried in the ground to bring forth fruit, Charlie’s death will not end his voice. It will multiply it.
His life was the seed. His death is the planting. The harvest will be a generation awakened.
Millions of voices will rise where one was struck down.
This is not the end — it is the beginning of revival on the horizon.
The Final Word
Charlie’s voice is not buried.
It is multiplied.
His death is not wasted. Where one man was struck down, millions will rise.
The powers of darkness have overplayed their hand — and now, the very revival they feared has been unleashed.
A Closing Prayer
Lord, we lift before You Charlie’s wife and little children. Be their comfort, their shelter, their strength in the days to come. Surround them with Your presence and provide for them in ways only You can.
We pray also for his parents, who brought him into this world, and for all who loved him. Strengthen them in their grief and surround them with Your peace.
We pray also for the church, for young men and women who are stirred in this hour. Awaken them to their calling. Give them courage, clarity, and faith to stand in truth.
And Father, we ask: let the seed of Charlie’s life bear a great harvest. Where darkness tried to silence, let Your light roar louder. Where one voice was cut down, raise up millions. Let revival spread across this land.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
✦ His death is the seed. Revival is the harvest. Millions will rise. ✦
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