The Crucifiction of Erika Kirk

Martin Luther King’s niece gives her view on the assassination of Charlie

Rev Wilbur Witt

Common decency is a lost art in America. When the Earps lost a brother to an assassin in Tombstone Arizona, even the gang known as “The Cowboys” removed their hats as Wyatt and other members of his family escorted Morgan’s body out of town. I find it amazing that a contingent of the population who see fit to endorse sodomy, self mutilation, and child abuse can say anything about anyone! But they just hate Jesus that bad. Gay liberals consistently supporting HAMAS even though the Muslims routinely throw homosexuals from the roofs of very tall buildings to see if those fairies can fly!

And if disrespecting the dead isn’t bad enough, don’t cut the widow any slack either . A wonderful couple. Two wonderful kids. The lady is in Real Estate. The husband runs an organization that goes to colleges and interacts with students about  various subjects from faith to fruitcake to at least offer a viable alternative to the LBTGQ and sometimes P community that dominates the hearts and minds of the bald beaver bunch. Oh yeah, they like the little girls too. (Where’s Karly when you need her?) And the husband gets assassinated. Before he’s cold, here come the naysayers.

There was this huge memorial. Filled up the venue with people saying goodbye to a good man. I was looking through the news and here was this vexing young lass, early 20’s, nice hair, very conservative makeup, and she was talking about Charlie. So, I give a listen. First, she explained how holy she truly was. And as I listened, I couldn’t help but notice how nice her dress was. Sleeves covered the shoulders, very unobtrusive color, you’ve seen them in church, and this real nice neckline giving a Holy Spirit’s eye view of the blessings God gave her. For the rest of her dissertation, I was transfixed by her cleavage. Lord, I’m sorry I did that, I promise I won’t do that anymore.

And she began by aspersing on Erika Kirk’s attire. (Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.) Wait, she purported herself to be a Christian. That would be more like the sugar calling the salt white. Anyway, where was I? Ok. She explained about Mr and Mrs Charlie running some kind of trafficking operation over in Romania. I didn’t know there even was a Romania anymore. I would have trafficked in France or Holland, maybe Sweden, but Romania? Talk about a mail order bride. Ja Shure!

Then our little commentator became the First Baptist Fashion Police. Why was Erika smiling? The dress should have been more conservative, and she was wearing rings for God’s sake. Why didn’t she cry more. Oh, yeah, the fireworks should have been more subdued. I really didn’t follow the whole thing because I was having distracted thoughts at that time. But I heard enough to advise Little Bo Peep.

Grief and loss affect different people in different ways. Some hide from it. Others are ruined by it. Still others embrace it. Charlie and Erika had a charmed life. A life of promise that could have inspired us all. They were still putting it all together when the shot rang out. But Erika didn’t go to her knees. I want you to remember that they were people of faith. Erika firmly believes that Charlie’s in heaven. She also clings to the organization that he left behind. She put on her best face, picked up her cross and followed Jesus. She could do no less. For her children. For Charlie. For Jesus. For us.

Charles Kirk died. The legend of Charlie was born. Erika is a prisoner of destiny. She must live that destiny. Every day for the rest of her life. And she embraced it. For when she does that Charlie hugs her back. She believes. Something little Miss Cleavage will never understand. I don’t want to understand it because I can’t lift the cross she’s carrying! Beautiful dress Mrs Kirk. You go girl. The nation is with you.