Jason Hicks

Christ following, patriotic, conservative husband and father of 3, who is blessed to serve as the Oklahoma District 06 District Attorney

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

Heard this in a message on Esther this morning and thought it was great! “When standing against an unprincipled enemy, ask the Lord for invincible courage.” Chuck Swindoll

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@TNTJohn1717 The church is sick and in desperate need of revival. This life is about nothing other than serving Christ and that is not what is displayed in trumps image. If this image were posted by Obama or Biden, those defending it would lose their minds! Woah to those who call evil good!

[David Pollack @davidpollack47]

Good Friday.

Sunday’s comin’.

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

Just a couple of photos of the northern lights here in southern Oklahoma!!! Beautiful sight!!!

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@KREFsports 1985

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May we all have the boldness and courage exhibited by Charlie Kirk. May Kirk’s death stir the generations to stand up for Christ!

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The Cross Still Offends

The bullet tore the air in half.

A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.

It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.

Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.

I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.

Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.

Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.

Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.

What do you do with that?

What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?

Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.

But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.

He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.

The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.

So of course they came for Charlie.

Of course they reached for a gun.

This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.

That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.

The Enemy wants us afraid.

He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.

He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.

But Christ never whispered.

He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.

And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.

Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.

When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.

That’s what I remembered tonight.

I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.

The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.

This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”

Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.

“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35

He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.

“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”

That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.

You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.

There are two worlds unfolding right now.

The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.

I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.

The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.

The first martyr.

The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.

The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.

I like to believe He stood again.

Are you afraid?

Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?

Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?

You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.

Don’t let fear become your theology.

The cost is high. But the reward?

The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.

It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.

And every last one of them arrived.

There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.

There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.

Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.

Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”

Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.

So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.

Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.

He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.

The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.

So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.

The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.

Even if they shoot.

Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.

[Spitfire @RealSpitfire]

Stop what you’re doing and take a minute and 25 seconds to watch this.

God bless Charlie Kirk. 🙏🏼🇺🇸

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

This is worth reading. Everyone will take their last breath, and then face judgment. Our eternal destination is determined by our decision today.

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The Day the Prince of Darkness Died
Ozzy Osbourne’s Final Appointment with Eternity

I was 16 the first time I heard “Mr. Crowley.”
The way it began…haunting organ, crashing guitar…grabbed me by the throat. I didn’t know what the lyrics meant. I didn’t care.

I was angry, curious, spiritually empty, and Ozzy Osbourne sounded like someone who had seen behind the curtain.

He felt untouchable.
Immortal.
A man who drank from the shadows and laughed.

But today, Ozzy died.

And I need to talk to you about that. Not about music. Not about controversy. Not even about Ozzy himself, really.

I need to talk to you about what happens when someone dies.

Because whatever else you believe about Ozzy, this is now true:

The man who called himself the Prince of Darkness has stepped into a kingdom he can no longer define.

I Was 42 When the Light Finally Found Me

I admired Ozzy long before I feared God. I wasn’t raised in church. I wasn’t hardened either. Just… unanchored. I floated through my teens and twenties chasing noise, like so many do. Music filled the void. Metal was a friend that never judged.

By the time I reached my early 40s, I had built a life, but not a soul. I was married. Employed. Civil. I could smile in public and curse in private. I knew how to hide the emptiness. What I didn’t know was how to heal it.

Then Jesus Christ found me.

He didn’t improve me.
He rescued me.
He came with the truth about life, and death, and judgment and I was smart enough, by sheer mercy, to bow.

So understand: I write this not as a critic of Ozzy, but as a man who once walked toward the same cliff.

What Happens When We Die

Ozzy’s death is not symbolic. His soul has separated from his body. His blood cooled. His lungs quit. But Ozzy didn’t disappear. He went somewhere.

And so will you.

You are not just biology. You’re not a collection of carbon, nerves, and brainwaves. You are soul and body, breath and clay. Death tears the two apart, but it doesn’t end you.

The Bible says it plainly: “It is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.”

Ozzy kept his appointment. You will too.

When you die, you will be awake. Aware. Unmistakably conscious. Not in some floating mist, but in a state of full, terrifying clarity.

You will either enter the presence of Christ or the horror of separation from Him.

And it will be immediate.

There is no purgatory.
No tunnel with a light.
No do-overs.

You will stand…spiritually, then one day bodily…in the place where your life’s choices carried you.

The Resurrection Is Not a Myth

There is a resurrection coming. One resurrection. All will rise. Some to joy. Some to shame.

Ozzy will rise. So will I. So will you.

Your body may be buried, burned, or lost at sea. It does not matter. The God who fashioned Adam from dust can call your atoms back with a word.

Scripture says our resurrection will be like the planting of a seed. The body you place in the ground is not the one that comes out. Just as a sunflower is not a carbon copy of the seed that birthed it, your resurrection body will be a glorified version, fit for eternity.

The believer will rise with a body like Christ’s. Immortal. Incorruptible. Built for worship.

The unbeliever will rise too with a body not to behold glory, but to endure judgment.

This is certainty.

When the Music Stops: Ozzy Osbourne’s Death and the Courtroom of Eternity

Every word you’ve spoken, every secret you’ve carried, every mask you’ve worn will be laid bare. Not before your therapist. Before your Creator.

The books will open.
And nothing will be missing.

You won’t get to defend yourself. You won’t be compared to someone worse. You won’t be able to lie or hide or charm your way out.

If you lived without Christ, you will die without Christ. And if you die without Christ, you will face the wrath of a holy God who offered you mercy and was ignored.

But if you are in Christ, if His blood has covered your guilt, if His name is written over your story…then the judgment will not break you. It will crown you.

Not because you lived well.
But because He died well.

Because your record has been swallowed up in His righteousness.

Eternity Will Be Your Forever Home

I don’t know if Ozzy Osbourne ever repented. I pray that he did. But I cannot speak for him. I can only say this: the lyrics he once sang are now irrelevant. Whatever jokes he made about hell, whatever symbols he wore, whatever darkness he flirted with…it is no longer stagecraft.

It is verdict.

And one day, it will be yours too.

Heaven is not a feeling. It is a place. A place where God is not just worshipped, but enjoyed.

Hell is not a metaphor. It is a prison. A place where mercy has ceased to be offered and every moment burns with regret.

Some will read this and roll their eyes. Others will scroll past and go back to their lives. But someone—maybe you—feels the weight. You know this is true.

You have pushed God off long enough. You have numbed yourself with distractions and convinced yourself that judgment is for other people. Not for you.

But you’re wrong.

The road ends. Every life ends. And only one name saves.

Ozzy’s Death Is Not About Ozzy

It’s about you.

The news of his death is not a tabloid event. It is a trumpet blast to the living.

The man who once stood on stage and howled at the moon is now silent. The crowd is gone. The lights are off.

And he is face to face with eternity.

So ask yourself: if the curtain fell tonight, would you be ready?

Do not play games with your soul.
Do not wait to become a better version of yourself.
Do not pretend that God is still deciding what to do with you.

He already has.
He sent His Son.
He opened the door.

And He promised…if you will repent and believe…you will be saved.

Not improved.
Not reformed.
Saved.

You will still die. But death will lose its power. It will become a doorway, not a sentence. And when the trumpet sounds, and your body rises, you will see Him—Christ—and He will not be your Judge.
He will be your Joy.

The Last Song

There are no encore performances in the afterlife.

When the music stops, the truth speaks. Not your truth. The truth.

The Son of God was crucified for sinners. That includes you. That included me.

I was 42 when I bowed the knee. Forty-two years of wandering and noise and pride. Forty-two years on the edge of hell, smiling like it wasn’t real.

But now I’m a pastor. A husband. A follower of Jesus. I live to preach the gospel I once ignored.
So believe me when I tell you: the only song worth singing is the one that ends with Christ on the throne.

And the only death worth dying is the one where you rise again.

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

Wow! Grab a tissue!

[Christopher Oven @Chris_Oven]

What a journey, OKC 💙

felt compelled by the awesome Jimmy Do photo to do some late-night editing

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

@BrandonRahbar @barstoolsports looks like a few more than the “dozen” you reported…

[Stan Him Boomer Sooner (Hunter Harjo) @hunterharjo7]

They made the uncommon, common.

Congrats to the 2025 NBA Champs The Oklahoma City Thunder

A win for the city and the state. A journey that could only be summarized visually

#ThunderUp

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

Any help/tip is worth the call! We will keep working this case!

[Kira Lowe @allen_kira]

Fighting for justice for my mom #marymorganpewitt- keep the case moving #Oklahoma . We will not stop searching.
https://t.co/Nq9nJvdGy5 via @nbcnews @TheOklahoman_ @GovStitt @Okla_OAG @OSBI_OK @jhicks869

[Jason Hicks @jhicks869]

@theblaze And, that’s how our government sees us, not worth the expense. Meanwhile they bail out their corporate buddies and donors along with how many other counties? Pitiful!

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@deadtosin610 I think this helps and firmly believe it was a literal 24 hour day for each day. … Genesis 1:5 NASBS
God called the light day, and the darkness He called night. And there was evening and there was morning, one day.

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@davonmitchell82 THIS!!! Thank you for posting this comment. OUr fanbase needs to chill. No one in the country withstands the unfortunate issues we’ve seen this year. The Twitidiots need to realize they are hurting the program more than helping with their many idiotic takes…

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@ChadAlexander2 Happy Thanksgiving!

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@chaosNstardust Thank you for sharing! The narrative around the country is becoming prosecutors will do and say whatever necessary to get a conviction which is far from true and it is hurting victims and their families. Victims deserve to know someone will fight for them, regardless of politics.

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@soonersonly Joe C needs to head to the sideline NOW and start relieving people of their positions with the university. In my 55 years, this is as bad as anything I’ve seen from OU football.

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@dbongino Devastating! Very powerful ad!