Jesu ki lo
Ri ninu mi
Ti ife na fi pọ tó bayi
Oore rẹ sí mi ti pọ tó
O ta ,gbogbo ero mi yọ
Oluwa mi mo feran re
Je kín le ma feran Re Si
Oluwa mi, mo feran re
Je kín le ma feran Re Si
THE CRY OF THE PERSECUTED CHURCH IN NIGERIA
I write with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart. While many sleep peacefully at night, thousands of Christians across Nigeria go to bed wondering if they will wake up alive the next morning.
This is not a story from centuries ago. This is not something found only in the pages of history. This is happening now.
In many villages, Christian mothers put their children to sleep not knowing whether terrorists will invade before dawn. Fathers kneel beside their families and pray, not because they are certain of tomorrow, but because prayer is all they have left.
Imagine a little girl standing beside her mother's lifeless body. Imagine a boy calling for his father who will never answer again. Imagine families running into the bush with nothing but the clothes on their backs as their homes burn behind them.
For many Christians in Nigeria, this is not imagination. It is reality.
I think of a young boy in one of the displaced persons camps. Every evening he sits quietly at the entrance of a small shelter. Whenever visitors arrive, he asks the same question:
"Have you seen my mother?"
Months have passed since terrorists attacked his village. His mother disappeared during the chaos. Yet every day he waits, hoping she will walk through the crowd and call his name.
The heartbreaking truth is that she may never return.
How do you explain such pain to a child?
How do you tell him that the person who carried him for nine months, who wiped his tears, who sang him to sleep, may never come back?
How do you tell him that hatred stole his future?
The Bible says in Psalm 34:18, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."
Today, millions of hearts in Nigeria are broken.
Church buildings have been destroyed. Communities have been displaced. Children have become orphans. Women have become widows. Families have been scattered.
Yet in the midst of the suffering, Christians continue to worship.
They still gather under trees when church buildings are burned.
They still sing hymns when tears fill their eyes.
They still pray for their enemies when revenge would seem easier.
They still hold onto Christ when everything else has been taken away.
Their faith reminds us of the words of Romans 8:35:
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?"
The persecuted Church in Nigeria is bleeding, but it is not broken.
The persecuted Church is crying, but it is not silent.
The persecuted Church is suffering, but it has not surrendered.
Today I ask the world not to look away.
Remember the mothers who will never see their children again.
Remember the fathers who died protecting their families.
Remember the children who go to sleep hungry in displacement camps.
Remember the believers who risk their lives simply to gather and worship Jesus.
Their blood cries out.
Their tears matter.
Their lives matter.
And their faith deserves to be remembered.
May God comfort every grieving family.
May He protect those who live under constant threat.
May He strengthen those who refuse to deny their faith.
And may the day come when every Christian in Nigeria can worship freely without fear.
"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all." — 2 Corinthians 4:17
Until that day, we will continue to pray.
We will continue to speak.
And we will continue to stand with the persecuted Church.
I am still replying to birthday wishes and prayers since yesterday, and I don't think I will be done in 3 days.
I was truly happy, really happy because this particular one feels different. Having people taking out time to wish me was something that humbled my heart. You didn't have to, but you did.
Thank you all for making my birthday beautiful, I pray the Lord fills your hunger and satisfies your soul. We meet again next year, as God wills.
ESE O! ❤️
For me I feel if Nigeria government were actually serious about this matter those children would be out by now
It's just a strategy to keep collecting money
2027 let's reform Nigeria
Vote wise, vote right
The Church is not quiet. While we prayed, danced and hoped, we equally took it to the street to voice out our frustration to the highest insecurity, injustice and corruption in our Nation.