Easter, Nigeria and Why I’m in the Remnant

Hey all!

Its a Tuesday afternoon. I’m nursing the beginnings of a head-cold and, let’s be honest, procrastinating about a serious edit session. Of course the obvious, responsible choice is that I should be blogging! (Read: I should be doing anything but blogging. I’ve got this pile of washing in the laundry. I’ve got a kitchen full of dishes. I’ve also got a healthy sense of YOLO about me. So I’m blogging).

Life recently has been full. I’m a happy girl with another completed manuscript under her belt. It’s not technically mine though. I wrote it with someone else. He did the hard yards coming up with all the intellectual property and thinking through an amazing array of medical issues and came up with the goods in terms of linking and fixing them.

I just developed the manuscript, a manuscript that has been edited and is now in the capable hands of the most amazing graphic designer I’ve ever worked with. It’s been the most rewarding project of my life, and it will change lives. It’s truly an honor. But its also done (-ish).

Hence I’m returning to my beloved Remnant. It’s going great.

Here’s the thing: I am well aware of the fact that, somewhere in a past life that’s still too recent, I was a workaholic. Stopping to smell the roses hasn’t always been my strong suit.

So we took time off over Easter. *gasp! It was out of mobile phone reception. It was restorative and torturous all in one. It meant that I could spend time with friends instead of with technology. I could spend time with family instead of characters. (Now that I put that down on paper, being an author sounds somewhat like insanity! But I’m writing this book for a reason, dude!)

Over that time, my Dad traveled to Nigeria with a dear friend of ours. He tells us, now that he’s back, that after they left their lay-over (at an airport I can’t recall), he observed that the plane was basically empty. Most foreign ex-pats had left in the lead up to the election. Goodluck Jonathan lost and General Buhari won.It was a big moment.

Such governmental transitions can be crazy to say the least. By crazy, I mean “Up your personal security and live off your canned goods for a month” crazy. The gentleman Dad and our family friend had gone to see was General Buhari’s previous running mate, Pastor Tunde Bakare – one I’d call a latter day reformist.

The stories they came back with after having been able to spend time with this great man, in what can only be described as an historic and significant time in the history of Nigeria, were amazing.

Fifteen years or so ago, Nigeria wasn’t at the crossroads its at now. Boko Haram wasn’t an issue. Something like 50,000 Christians had not been slaughtered.

Hearing about it all reinforced something to me that I guess I already knew: That freedom can never be taken for granted. We don’t tend to think that Australia will ever have its freedom threatened, and yet things happen every day in our nation that threaten it. Six years ago if I were to say “I’m a Christian” people would say “Good for you.”

Now they look at me like my face is on fire. Now I can’t agree with a law that has stood since the beginning of time for fear of being branded a bigot and a hater. So I stay silent, like millions of other Australians. Saying how you feel, saying with you think, is okay for everyone but Christians these days. It’s a slow creep, but that’s how you boil a frog, right? Turn up the heat slowly so they don’t realise they are dying.

You can disagree with me. That’s your prerogative. But check the temperature of the next marriage argument you witness and see who is getting bullied now (Now I’m not saying any bullying is ok. It’s not! But you’d be shocked to see the ones they call haters aren’t actually doing the hating these days). See where the name calling is angled. The tide is turning and we are ignoring it, saying “She’ll be right” and moving on with our days in the name of tolerance.

The only thing not tolerated in Australia these days is Jesus.I’m in the minority now and I’m curious: Where will we be in 15 years?

So that was uncomfortable realisation #1.  Realisation #2 is far more buoyant: no matter how far society falls, no matter how out of control things get, God always has a redemption plan – A remnant he raises up to restore freedom and righteousness to the nation and to point the way back to where we belong. In Nigeria, Tunde Bakare seems to be leading that group of people. It’s staggering to see the change that has happened and its because of righteous men like him standing up and showing the way.

Whenever I stop writing this book, I’m reminded of why I’m doing it, and why I have to finish it. It doesn’t matter who you are, or how small your contribution is, do what you can. Do it for freedom. Stay true to what’s inside you. It’s more important than you think.

This was supposed to be a happy post with lost of smiley pictures. But the thing about blogging is that you just end up saying what’s on your mind. This is whats on mine.

I’m not scared by anything I wrote in this post. Please don’t take it that way. What I am is resolute. My generation was born for such at time as this. I believe we are brave, curious, creative and connected. We just need to choose to be part of the Remnant, raised up for such a time as this, tasked with showing the way back to truth and freedom.

Just some thoughts for you.

Peace

C

 

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