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On this day, October 14, two sprouts pushed their heads out of the earth. Each bore fruit.

George Floyd became a criminal, was arrested, and died, killed accidentally, perhaps even needlessly. He was made into a saint and under his banner, people looted, burned, and killed.

But he himself would have been embarrassed, I believe, even ashamed, of what people made of his life, and death. You can easily find a photo of him in better days, part of a youth ministry in Houston, waving his Bible, joyful at life. He later moved to Minneapolis, to find better soil for his recovery. But he fell into drug addiction again, and the rest we know.

(Maybe his story is more like the parable of the lost sheep?)

Twenty years after George, Charlie Kirk was born, and followed a different path. He bore fruit too, faith mixed with politics. (I can understand how he could come to endorse President Trump. I don’t understand how he did it unreservedly.) Judging only by appearances, some declared HIM a saint. (He too would be embarrassed, often saying, "It's never about me.")

Others believed quotes taken out of context by his enemies and, lacking discernment, condemned or ignored him.

But he was killed for what he believed and preached, specifically for his deeply controversial claim that a man is not a woman.

His funeral, like his life, was a mix of deep faith and partisan politics.

Thanks be to God, I am the judge of neither life. May I seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness. Jesus is LORD.

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