Saturday, September 13, 2025
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At a Loss for Words
I am at a loss for words. Honestly, I believe this generation has lost its words too. We live in a time where tragedy is mocked, where pain is turned into a meme, where death itself has become entertainment. And I ask myself: what kind of human celebrates the loss of life?
As a survivor of ignorance and injustice, I can speak from the deepest places of my soul. I know what it feels like to be stripped of dignity, to be laughed at, to have your very existence treated like a joke. I can’t even scroll Facebook without bracing myself for the next careless comment, the next insensitive joke, the next remark that feels like a dagger. It’s exhausting. It’s infuriating. It’s heartbreaking.
Not long ago, a coworker looked me straight in the face and joked about me dying "in her face". Imagine that. Someone thinking my death was funny, as if my life has no value. That moment shook me, and I carry it with me every day. Words like that don’t leave you. They haunt you. And now, to see the death of another man mocked, laughed at, and turned into cheap material for entertainment I am twisted in so many ways.
Let’s not forget: this man was a child of God. He was a husband, a father, a son. He was someone’s family, someone’s love, someone’s heart. And yet people dare to make jokes, to laugh, to reduce his tragic death to gossip or comedy? How dare you?
There is nothing funny about grief. There is nothing entertaining about the tears of a wife, the cries of children, or the heartbreak of a mother burying her son. Death is sacred. Life is sacred. To mock it is to mock God Himself, the Creator who gives and takes away.
I sit here in anger, in disgust, in disbelief. And yet beneath it all, I also sit here in faith. Because I know this: what the devil meant for evil, God will turn into good. No matter how ugly, how cruel, or how heartless people become, God’s justice is greater. His mercy is deeper. His truth will prevail.
So yes, I am at a loss for words. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe the silence left by tragedy is supposed to remind us to value life more, to speak less recklessly, to love more deeply, and to never forget that behind every headline, every joke, every story there is a human soul.
And human life is not a punchline.
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