Make Heaven Crowded

I remember 9/11 because it broke my heart. My heart broke into littler pieces with each cry from my history teacher who demanded the news show the second plane hit the tower again. And again. And again.

I was a high school senior who watched the news and loved knowing what was happening, but I stopped after 9/11. I could not bear the repeated images.

It was bad enough that I watched the fights in the hallways. I saw the middle eastern students pulled out of school. I sat through discussions on peace and love and religion.

I tried to make sense of it. I tried to adopt loving everyone. I tried to forgive.

I tried to forgive.

Now, I am again avoiding the news. Twenty-four years later.

9/10/2025: Charlie Kirk’s Assassination.

I am trying to be forgiving. I am trying to remember that Heaven is supposed to be crowded.

But my heart aches. And I can’t help but think about what kind of monster(s) would do this to man who just wanted to talk to people. He wanted to listen and educate and help them know God.

And I know it was personal, and I know they knew who he was and what he stood for, and I know they planned it and I know they knew they would leave two small children fatherless and a woman grieving her husband…

I am angry. I am so angry.

But I have to ask myself and God, what good does that do?

I want to scream.

I want to give up. I want to just stop. I want to ask, “Why does it matter?”

Because the goal is not to make people happy, but to share the truth. Because for every person that is willing to silence one person, there are so many others that need to hear the good news.

Make Heaven crowded.

Therefore go and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things, whatever I commanded you. And, behold, I am with you all the days until the end of the world. Amen.
(Matthew 28:19-20 MKJV)