David Clements on the Professor’s Report honors Charlie Kirk.
Beneath is the video and the textual content of immediately’s message as Charlie Kirk is remembered in Arizona for his superb work and love for this nation and Jesus Christ.
THE NEBRASKA PLAINS STRETCHED WIDE and heavy below a September sky, thick with harvest mud and the load of unstated issues. I spoke on election integrity in a big steel barn, its rafters strong over the group’s warmth, and in an outdated church, the place mild fell plain on a cross on the entrance. The individuals rallied for the unborn, for the cross, for the fitting to bear arms, their voices clear as a hammer on iron. However once I turned to ballots and machines that hum secrets and techniques, the sanctity of at some point, one vote, the very issues that canceled what they rallied for—some froze. Their resolve faltered, as if a serpent coiled round their hearts, choking the exhausting questions.
Others stirred, awake, stressed, sensing a constricting spirit however unable to call it. It was a heaviness, a prayer stifled, a weariness that sapped the desire to combat, a fog of half-truths that dulled the spirit’s edge. Within the steel barn, surrounded by American flags and marketing campaign literature, and in a quiet nook of the sanctuary, with the scent of outdated hymnals, the thought struck me.
Not the jungle snake, however the one from Acts, the diviner that twists reality to bind souls. The thought got here from the podcast, The Deep Finish, slipping into my feed, Taylor Welch’s sensible thoughts, pulling the story of the lady in Philippi from the Good E book.
That soothsayer of outdated trailed Paul and Silas via the town’s mud, her cries sharp as a knife. “These males are servants of the Most Excessive God, who proclaim to you the way in which of salvation.” Day after day, her phrases rang true however mistaken, her spirit—pneuma pythona—a fortune-teller, fattening her masters’ purses with lies equipped by the demon that managed her.
For 3 days, Paul walked blind to it, her reality masking the serpent inside. Then, weary of the charade, he turned and forged it out in Jesus’ title. The lady fell silent, freed however damaged to the world. Her homeowners dragged the apostles to the magistrates. Lashes fell, shares clamped, however within the midnight cell, bloodied and sure, Paul and Silas sang.
The earth shook, doorways burst open. Reality unbound the python’s grip. However the python doesn’t die straightforward. It coils once more, in politics, in church buildings, on the third rails—election fraud, Israel’s Mossad, free speech—the place knowledge cloaks concern, unity masks give up.
In Nebraska, I met the python spirit. The Democrat Occasion had Jezebel, all confusion and depravity, loud within the streets. However the python moved quiet within the GOP, the place voices rang largely true, insurance policies nearly proper. It whispered: “Don’t let the right be the enemy of the nice.” It stated, “Take the 80% win and preserve transferring,” and “Half a loaf is best than none.” The phrases sounded clever, however off. The serpent geared toward third rails—points that would break the world open. It needed reformers chasing small wins, treading water in deep currents. They might combat, develop drained, drown, and wash away. That was the GOP’s spirit.
The politicians, GOP leaders, and supporters of ES&S voting methods have been the constricting voice, their phrases loud however hole, speaking election reform whereas guarding the machines, the mail-ins, the early voting that blurs the sacred line of selection. They spoke of integrity, however missed the mark, concealing the python in plain sight, simply because the lady’s reality hid her curse. Advocates for safe elections, awake to the fraud, stood annoyed, 4 years of pushing towards a wall they couldn’t title. Like Paul, they wanted time to see the serpent’s coil—how the GOP’s half-measures, their ballot-chasing and voter turnout chants, danced across the root: machines that whisper vulnerabilities, methods that invite chaos. The awake felt it, however the frozen held sway, their unity a sequence.
Within the church, the python slithered, preaching love and peace whereas dodging the republic’s fraying edge—Covid’s masks, Israel’s untouchable shadow surrounding a delayed response to an October 7 assault, stolen votes. Pastors known as it prudence, not concern, their hymns clean, veiling the serpent behind the cross. The awake within the pews sensed the lie, stressed, whereas the frozen led on. Throughout Covid, they locked doorways in silence; now, with Charlie Kirk gone, they shout free speech, as if his blood purchased their braveness. I suppose higher late than by no means.
Everybody desires a chunk of Charlie. Some honor his legacy. Others use it for their very own ends.
The python spirit sees a gap.
And that’s the subject for immediately.
Charlie Kirk’s Fireplace: Breaking the Python’s Grip
Charlie Kirk walked a highway akin to our church fathers. Younger, born in Chicago, he constructed Turning Level with phrases that minimize deep. His ballot-chasing burned vibrant, rallying hundreds to beat Democrats at their sport, embracing early voting as technique, silent on mail-ins and machines. He was mistaken on these, however maybe, given time, he’d have seen the reality of rigged methods, the bottom shifting. On almost all the pieces else, he was proper.
His rise to greatness, with thousands and thousands in funding to stage occasions, put him within the crosshairs of princes and principalities. These {dollars}, they are saying, got here with strings—what he might say, what he couldn’t. Simply as Trump’s close to assassination left us with way more questions than solutions, it’s exhausting to imagine a lone gunman devised both Kirk’s or Trump’s assault with out assist. Voices like Matt Gaetz, Tucker, and Marjorie Taylor Greene have begun sharing the strain Kirk was below to tow the road. Was he killed for planning to chop these strings, to talk freer, more true? I don’t know.
What I do know is what Charlie stated. And we do him a disservice in ignoring one thing he clearly struggled with earlier than his life was held forfeit.
On August 6, 2025, Charlie Kirk stated on The Megyn Kelly Present “I’ve much less potential… to criticize the Israeli authorities than precise Israelis do. And that’s actually, actually bizarre,” his voice regular as he named the strain from donors and foyer teams binding his tongue.
And on Patrick Wager-David’s PBD Podcast on October 12, 2023, he probed the cracks within the October 7 assault towards Israel, the IDF’s delay, the political shadows. He requested, “Was there a stand-down order? I’m not saying it’s an inside job, however some questions should be requested.”
His unabashed love of Israel gave weight to those questions.
What’s extra, his ascent made him a cherished voice to the closest factor now we have to a king. President Trump gave heed to Kirk’s uncanny knack to really feel the heartbeat of America’s youngest technology.
Kirk suggested in rooms the place nation-states battle. And the place the destiny of the world is determined, you may imagine that historical powers—princes and principalities—disguised themselves amongst these inside earshot of Trump.
The python coiled tighter.
It was September 10, below Utah’s exhausting solar, at Valley College. The “American Comeback Tour,” three thousand robust, hats off, questions prepared in a tent of hope. A shot rang out, from a rooftop shadow—Tyler Robinson, a boy unmoored, pushed by demons or design. The bullet took Kirk’s neck, clear and last. Thirty-one years outdated, a spouse left, a motion orphaned. The manhunt dragged on, FBI’s bounty at 100 thousand, however the deed was performed. Vigils lit Orem’s streets, flags dipped low, Trump promising a medal, Netanyahu delivered a message from afar. RFK Jr. known as him the voice of the age, scarred by his personal kin’s graves. But the python stirred. Hollywood ignored it on the Emmys, their host calling it an “escape.” Lecturers, nurses, pilots toasted the kill, fired in disgrace. Ex-Mormons on Reddit danced, then fell silent below moderators’ fingers. Don Lemon slandered the lifeless, spitting lies about hate for blacks, for ladies—Erika Kirk vows to combat him in court docket.
And the questions: Why no Psalm 91 protect, like Trump’s in Butler, bullets turned by angels? Did Kirk break a deep state pact with donors nervous about his newfound curiosity, planting seeds the enemy reaped? Did God name him house, his future performed, or was it the serpent’s squeeze for daring an excessive amount of? Was it a mixture of each?
Regardless of the reply, his loss of life hit me exhausting, an actual ache, a grief I didn’t count on. I cried once I heard. My spouse cried, her tears falling quiet in our kitchen. I hadn’t realized how deep Kirk’s mark was on me, even the place his mission wasn’t mine. He stood down Marxists with a hearth that burned clear, his devotion to Jesus a light-weight that by no means dimmed. Within the grand scheme, these battles—towards the lies that choke a technology—make him a hero, worthy of honor.
When my children ask, “Who was Charlie Kirk?” I gained’t converse of machines or early voting, the issues I disagreed on. I’ll say he was an amazing American, a person who fought for reality when it was exhausting, who woke the sleeping to the republic’s fraying edge.
The lady in Philippi walks with our nation in moments like these. Her reality was a lie, her prophecy a sequence. So, it’s now. I predict the institution—a brood of pythons that has tried to constrict true election safety—will exploit Kirk’s hearth, his ballot-chasing, his early-voting zeal, as if questioning it dishonors his grave.
They’ll name it unity, knowledge, however it’s the python’s grip, binding advocates to secure tales, silencing the prophets amongst us. Kirk was mistaken on elections, however he was shut—nearer than most—to the reality of machines, of fraud, of October’s darkish secrets and techniques.
Paul waited three days to call the serpent; we’ve waited 4 years. The awake should act. The python can survive the tepid warmth of church buildings and statehouses, cloaked in half-measures, however it can not stand up to Jesus. Kirk spoke His title on a thousand campuses, a beacon in the dead of night. The enemy meant his loss of life for evil, however God turns it to good. Turning Level chapters are exploding, vigils burn in England, church buildings fill, and voters flee the Democratic Occasion, drawn to Kirk’s mild.
The powers will weave tales from his blood—martyr, villain, or each. However at universities and church buildings, earlier than the cross, we’ll sing of Jesus Christ, title the serpent, and forged it out. Like Paul and Silas, chained for reality, we really feel America’s foundations shake. Our python jail about to interrupt. Charlie Kirk uncovered the python on a thousand campuses. Jesus, breaker of each coil, will excellent his work into eternity.
