This time two weeks ago, Charlie Kirk was an unfamiliar name to me.
It was a bit like the morning of 9 December 1980, when John Lennon’s death was announced. I’d never heard of him, though I was familiar with Paul McCartney and knew that the Beatles had been a notable pop group in the 1960s. I suppose my defence was that I was only eleven at the time.
I soon knew a lot more about Lennon, and am learning a lot more about Charlie Kirk right now.
Narnia's lessons for knowing and enjoying God
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