Jack of Harts

Turning Points come in a lot of ways.

Watching the young combust at one of the leading voices of their generation getting shot has been interesting.

And the reactions of all the people who knew him is equally amazing.

Many are playing clips of him talking to people on college campuses. Others are calling for justice. Many for vengeance. Others are praying for Charlie Kirk’s family. Some are praying for the people who caused this.

And of course there are the Leftist Democrats celebrating his death. Saying he deserved it.

And then there are those who always come out and say we need to discuss this. That we need a dialogue to move forward.

Well, here’s the thing. Charlie Kirk was the one asking for a dialogue. He was the one who went into the lion’s den day after day and talked with people.

He went in with a smile and a laugh and a joyful attitude and he told people of his love for Jesus. He called on young men to stop binging on computer games. To stop watching porn. To stop letting it and so many other things of this world dominate our lives. To build something for the next generation that will allow them to live in a better world than we grew up in. He went into the areas that are most dangerous to people like us. To the colleges where people are taught that people like us are evil. And where they cheer when people like us die. He walked in day after day and talked to people.

And now he’s dead. And some people are cheering. And that’s just… That’s evil.

We have come to a Turning Point. And I have come to a Turning Point as well.

I can’t even really be angry with them. We’re all humans.

We have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.

I am no exception to that sentence. And I feel that conviction in my soul.

But I swear this. I will dedicate what life I have to standing against the evil that kills people like this. That shoots or stabs people like this. I don’t know what I can do to stop it. I’ve certainly spoken against it for years. I’ve highlighted it. I’ve told people about it. I’ve spoken when others did not. Maybe that is what I will continue to do. Maybe God will call me to something else.

I prayed to God today in a way I have not in a long time. I mean, I pray every day. I listen to the still small voice. I always have. But today I looked at everything around us. I looked at what was in me. And I asked God for the kind of mercy that none of us really deserve. Not as a trade. Not as a bargaining chip. No promise to do better. I can’t be better without Him. None of us can be. We’re all broken.

I didn’t plead with God to protect me or any of us from the wages of what we have done. Or what we’ve allowed to have done. I prayed and I accepted His Judgement for that. I did pray that he free of us of that. Because the wages of the sins that we have allowed are terrible. But I accept whatever judgement comes for me and all of us.

I only asked that He help us find a way through to a better world for our children.

That is my Turning Point.

It’s a feature, not a bug.

A Ukrainian refugee was stabbed to death on a train here in America. She came here running from a war, looking to build a better life here. She got a job and on the train she ran into a different kind of a war. She was killed by it.

It’s a war that has casualties, and that is the point. It is a war waged by Democrat Leftist politicians, prosecutors, and judges who purposefully put dangerous, repeat, violent criminals back on the streets so they can wage violence again. So they can kill random strangers on the train.

Democrat Leftist politicians, prosecutors, and judges have violated the social contract in America. They are at war with America and Americans, and those who come here seeking safety from war.

This in individual was purposefully put back on the streets after over a dozen arrests. And he was put back out onto the streets on purpose. Democrat Leftist politicians, prosecutors, and judges did this on purpose.

And their willing lapdogs in the main stream media are doing everything they can not to cover it in any way at all. And when they do, they try to spin it. They are lying to everyone.

And that is all a feature, not a bug.

This must be ended before they kill more people.

Cornbread was one of those things Mom made at least once a week when I was young. Mom and Dad usually liked to add beans because it made a complete protein. I try to avoid beans because other people are allergic to my body’s reaction to beans. But I love cornbread. Mixed with syrup or honey, it is ambrosia of the gods. And I have been missing it.

So I went to the grocery store looking for cornbread mix. Found a box of Famous Dave’s cornbread and figured I’d kill two birds with one stone. We all know their cornbread muffins are the real reason to go to Famous Dave’s, right? So I checked the ingredients and it said to add milk and egg. I don’t typically have those in my fridge become I’m at best a cook, not a baker. If you know the difference, you know what I mean. So I went and got the best liquid eggs I could find and some buttermilk, because buttermilk is always better when cooking than any old skim milk.

I went home and decided it was time. Looked around and found one of Mom’s old Pampered Chef mixing bowls, an old whisk, and mixed the stuff up. Couldn’t find an 8 by 8 pan… but I found an old cake pan about the same size. Poured it in, put it in my countertop oven so I wouldn’t have to preheat the big old stove, and started it cooking. Slid in a tray of bacon at about 10 minutes and went about my time. The little oven dinged the end and I returned to the kitchen to the smell of warm cornbread and the sound sizzling bacon. Two of my favorite things in the world.

The final test was of course the taste test. The bacon was delicious. It’s hard to mess up bacon. And the cornbread… Mixed with honey… perfect. On its own… perfect. Just like my memory. I ended up eating that all weekend and loving it. It’s amazing how such a simple thing can be so amazing.

Cornbread is life.