What Are We Going To Do About It?

I’ve been sitting with the weight of what we’ve witnessed these past few days. The assassination of Charlie Kirk, the senseless murder of Iryna Zarutska, pure evil unfolding before our eyes, and in the middle of processing all this, a question keeps ringing in my spirit, and I don’t know if it is the Lord, the enemy, or just my own thoughts. I just keep hearing, “What are you going to do about it?”

Not in some distant future. Not after another tragedy happens. Not when it seems comfortable. But actually now. Because if I’m honest, it’s far too easy to slip into comfort. To gather in polished buildings, sing our songs, hear a good sermon, and then go back to life as usual, untouched, unshaken, unbothered. But that is not the life Jesus called us to. He said take up your cross and follow Me (Matthew 16:24). That’s not leisure or ease. That’s surrender. That’s daily obedience.

Habakkuk once cried out to God in a moment like this: “How long, Lord, must I call for help, but You do not listen? Or cry out to You, ‘Violence!’ yet You do not save?” (Habakkuk 1:2–3). He looked at the injustice, the horror, the bloodshed, all with his heart wide open. And God did not answer him with platitudes. He answered by calling His people to live by faith, even faith that burns, that acts, even faith when everything around seems silent.

I refuse to pretend I’m unaffected. I won’t settle into a Christianity that looks like comfort, ceremonies, applause, nice programs, while young people like Charlie Kirk and Iryna Zarutska die for nothing. This isn’t about pointing fingers at “the church” or condemning pastors or leaders. This is about me, about you, about whether we are actually living as followers of Jesus Christ, or simply enjoying the benefits of religion without the cost of discipleship.

The honest truth is, evil is not waiting for us to get serious. It’s already destroying lives, families, and communities. And the question before us is quite sobering: “What are we doing with the life Christ gave us?” What are we doing with the gifts, the time, the influence, the gospel that has been entrusted to us?

Are we hiding behind comfort, or are we confronting darkness? Are we debating theology while the world around us bleeds, or are we walking into the broken places with the love and authority of Christ? I don’t have all the answers yet. But I know this much: Jesus didn’t save us to be spectators. He saved us to be His hands and feet in a world that is desperate for light. We cannot afford to keep sleeping while evil rages. We cannot keep mistaking comfort for calling.

So I wrestle with the question, and I invite you to wrestle with it too. What are we going to do about it? Not tomorrow. Not when it’s safe. But today.